As the index tells us the contents of stories and directs to the particular chapter, even so does the outward habit and superficial order of garments (in man or woman) give us a taste of the spirit, and demonstratively point (as it were a manual note from the margin) all the internal quality of the soul; and there cannot be a more evident, palpable, gross manifestation of poor, degenerate, dunghilly blood and breeding than a rude, unpolished, disordered, and slovenly outside.

But married once, a man is stak'd or pown'd, and cannot graze beyond his own hedge.

Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.

My dancing days are past.

Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.