They Say Women And Music Should Never

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

It Has Been Well Observed That Few Are Better Qualified To Give Others Advice Than Those Who Have Taken The Least Of It Themselves.

Death When Unmasked Shows Us A Friendly Face And Is A Terror Only At A Distance.

The Very Pink Of Perfection.

Popular Glory Is A Perfect Coquette; Her Lovers Must Toil, Feel Every Inquietude, Indulge Every Caprice, And Perhaps At Last Be Jilted Into The Bargain. True Glory, On The Other Hand, Resembles A Woman Of Sense; Her Admirers Must Play No Tricks. They Feel No Great Anxiety, For They Are Sure In The End Of Being Rewarded In Proportion To Their Merit.