The best apology against false accusers is silence.

Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.

The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.

It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.

The best apology against false accusers is silence.