We Endeavor To Conceal Our Vices Under

A Good Face They Say, Is A Letter Of Recommendation. O Nature, Nature, Why Art Thou So Dishonest, As Ever To Send Men With These False Recommendations Into The World!

A Lover, When He Is Admitted To Cards, Ought To Be Solemnly Silent, And Observe The Motions Of His Mistress. He Must Laugh When She Laughs, Sigh When She Sighs. In Short, He Should Be The Shadow Of Her Mind. A Lady, In The Presence Of Her Lover, Should Never Want A Looking-glass; As A Beau, In The Presence Of His Looking-glass, Never Wants A Mistress.

Ingratitude Never So Thoroughly Pierces The Human Breast As When It Proceeds From Those In Whose Behalf We Have Been Guilty Of Transgressions.

Guilt, On The Contrary, Like A Base Thief, Suspects Every Eye That Beholds Him To Be Privy To His Transgressions, And Every Tongue That Mentions His Name To Be Proclaiming Them.

Commend A Fool For His Wit, Or A Rogue For His Honesty And He Will Receive You Into His Favour.