Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.

That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.

Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.

Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.

All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.