There is no trusting appearances.

Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts.

Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you.

Many a wretch has rid on a hurdle who has done less mischief than utterers of forged tales, coiners of scandal, and clippers of reputation.

A man may think an untruth as well as speak one.