Tis A Sort Of Coquetry To Boast

Our Virtues Are Often, In Reality, No Better Than Vices Disguised.

Those Only Are Despicable Who Fear To Be Despised.

The Esteem Of Good Men Is The Reward Of Our Worth, But The Reputation Of The World In General Is The Gift Of Our Fate.

Our Distrust Of Another Justifies His Deceit.

In Love The Deceit Generally Outstrips The Distrust.