No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."

O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.

Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.