I Own The Soft Impeachment.

There Never Was A Scandalous Tale Without Some Foundation.

Wit Loses Its Point When Dipped In Malice.

Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

I Ne'er Could Any Lustre See In Eyes That Would Not Look On Me; I Ne'er Saw Nectar On A Lip But Where My Own Did Hope To Sip.

I Would By No Means Wish A Daughter Of Mine To Be A Progeny Of Learning.