Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
He must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.
Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate's affection.
I want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.
You never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility; Young people hereabouts, unbridled, now Just want.
Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.