The book of female logic is blotted all over with tears, and Justice in their courts is forever in a passion.

So he sighed and pined and ogled,And his passion boiled and bubbled,Till he blew his silly brains out,And no more was by it troubled.

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.