Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes Man Her Slave Oppress,proud Of Her Office To Destroy,is Seldom Pleasd To Bless.

If The Faults Of Men In Orders Are Only To Be Judged Among Themselves, They Are All In Some Sort Parties; For, Since They Say The Honour Of Their Order Is Concerned In Every Member Of It, How Can We Be Sure That They Will Be Impartial Judges?

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But Rather That He Was Frugal Of It.

Uncertain Whose The Narrowest Span,--the Clown Unread, Or Half-read Gentleman.