There 's Nothing Like Being Used To

Madam, A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge; It Blossoms Through The Year. And Depend On It That They Who Are So Fond Of Handling The Leaves, Will Long For The Fruit At Last.

It Is Not My Interest To Pay The Principal, Nor My Principle To Pay The Interest.

You Shall See Them On A Beautiful Quarto Page Where A Neat Rivulet Of Text Shall Meander Through A Meadow Of Margin.

Believe Not Each Accusing Tongue, As Most Weak Persons Do; But Still Believe That Story Wrong, Which Ought Not To Be True!

There Are A Set Of Malicious, Prating, Prudent Gossips, Both Male And Female, Who Murder Characters To Kill Time; And Will Rob A Young Fellow Of His Good Name Before He Has Years To Know The Value Of It.