O, Nothing Is More Alluring

Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very Witty Prologue To A Very Dull Play.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.