All Well Bred Persons Lie

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

Nothing But You Can Lay Hold Of My Mind, And That Can Lay Hold Of Nothing But You.

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.