Words Are The Weak Support

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

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

To Converse With Scandal Is To Play At Losing Loadum, You Must Lose A Good Name To Him, Before You Can Win It For Yourself.

O, Nothing Is More Alluring Than A Levee From A Couch In Some Confusion.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.