Prudence, Like Experience, Must Be Paid For.

You Write With Ease, To Show Your Breeding, But Easy Writing's Vile Hard Reading.

I Hate To See Prudence Clinging To The Green Suckers Of Youth; 'tis Like Ivy Round A Sapling, And Spoils The Growth Of The Tree.

Do Thou Snatch Treasures From My Lips, And I'll Take Kingdoms Back From Thine.

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.

Conscience Has No More To Do With Gallantry Than It Has With Politics.