His Worst Fault Is, He's

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

When We Mean To Build, We First Survey The Plot, Then Draw The Model; And When We See The Figure Of The House, Then Must We Rate The Cost Of The Erection.

The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though It Hath Slept.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!