I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

As nature made every man with a nose and eyes of his own, she gave him a character of his own, too; and yet we, O foolish race! must try our very best to ape some one or two of our neighbors, whose ideas fit us no more than their breeches!

All is vanity, nothing is fair.

Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place, full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions.

Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.

If fun is good, truth is still better, and love best of all.

The affection of young ladies is of as rapid growth as Jack's beanstalk, and reaches up to the sky in a night.