One May Like The Love

Observe This, That Tho A Woman Swear, Forswear, Lie, Dissemble, Back-bite, Be Proud, Vain, Malicious, Anything, If She Secures The Main Chance, She's Still Virtuous; That's A Maxim.

Aimwell: Then You Understand Latin, Mr. Bonniface? Bonniface: Not I, Sir, As The Saying Is, But He Talks It So Very Fast That I'm Sure It Must Be Good.

We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Necessity, The Mother Of Invention.