There Is No Trusting Appearances.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

Here Is The Whole Set! A Character Dead At Every Word.

For In Religion As In Friendship, They Who Profess Most Are Ever The Least Sincere.

Never Say More Than Is Necessary.

Many A Wretch Has Rid On A Hurdle Who Has Done Less Mischief Than Utterers Of Forged Tales, Coiners Of Scandal, And Clippers Of Reputation.