Tenderness Is A Virtue.

Thus 'tis With All; Their Chief And Constant Care Is To Seem Everything But What They Are.

The Bounds Of A Man's Knowledge Are Easily Concealed, If He Has But Prudence.

But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May.

As In Some Irish Houses, Where Things Are So-so, One Gammon Of Bacon Hangs Up For A Show; But, For Eating A Rasher Of What They Take Pride In, They'd As Soon Think Of Eating The Pan It Is Fried In.

While Selfishness Joins Hands With No One Of The Virtues, Benevolence Is Allied To Them All.