An apothecary should never be out of spirits.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting - more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Sheer necessity,-the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.

Modesty is a quality in a lover more praised by the women than liked.

We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people,-our retrospection will be all to the future.

She's as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.

Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.