There Is No Scandal Like

There Is No Scandal Like Rags, Nor Any Crime So Shameful As Poverty.

Hanging And Marriage, You Know, Go By Destiny.

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.

Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.

False Love Is Only Blinder.