Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father

Men Are Apt To Offend ('tis True) Where They Find Most Goodness To Forgive.

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

I Confess Freely To You, I Could Never Look Long Upon A Monkey, Without Very Mortifying Reflections.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved.