A practitioner in panegyric, or, to speak more plainly, a professor of the art of puffing.

Wit loses its point when dipped in malice.

Our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with.

I leave my character behind me.

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!

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

There never was a scandalous tale without some foundation.