How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is wo >>
He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigram on hi >>
In old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press. >>
Oh! no! we never mention her, her name is never heard; my lips are now >>
She is absolutely inadmissible into society. Many a woman has a past, >>
She is absolutely inadmissible into society. Many a woman has a past, but I am told that she has at least a dozen, and that they all fit.