She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over

A Persian's Heaven Is Eas'ly Made: 't Is But Black Eyes And Lemonade.

So Near Are The Boundaries Of Panegyric And Invective, That A Worn-out Sinner Is Sometimes Found To Make The Best Declaimer Against Sin. The Same High-seasoned Descriptions Which In His Unregenerate State Served To Inflame His Appetites, In His New Province Of A Moralist Will Serve Him (a Little Turned) To Expose The Enormity Of Those Appetites In Other Men.

A Poor Relation—is The Most Irrelevant Thing In Nature.

For With G. D., To Be Absent From The Body Is Sometimes (not To Speak Profanely) To Be Present With The Lord.

My Only Books Were Woman's Looks,- And Folly 's All They 've Taught Me.