Black Detraction Will Find Faults

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

Cheerful Looks Make Every Dish A Feast, And It Is That Which Crowns A Welcome.

Virgin Me No Virgins! I Must Have You Lose That Name, Or You Lose Me.

As The Index Tells Us The Contents Of Stories And Directs To The Particular Chapter, Even So Does The Outward Habit And Superficial Order Of Garments (in Man Or Woman) Give Us A Taste Of The Spirit, And Demonstratively Point (as It Were A Manual Note From The Margin) All The Internal Quality Of The Soul; And There Cannot Be A More Evident, Palpable, Gross Manifestation Of Poor, Degenerate, Dunghilly Blood And Breeding Than A Rude, Unpolished, Disordered, And Slovenly Outside.

Without Good Company All Dainties Lose Their True Relish, And Like Painted Grapes, Are Only Seen, Not Tasted.