Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself

Ay, Rail At Gaming - 'tis A Rich Topic, And Affords Noble Declamation. Go, Preach Against It In The City - You'll Find A Congregation In Every Tavern.

The Lot Of Critics Is To Be Remembered By What They Failed To Understand.

Faith Goes Out Through The Window When Beauty Comes In At The Door.

'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth: Time Has Not Cropped The Roses From Your Cheek, Though Sorrow Long Has Washed Them.

Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself Off.