19. As for stupid _reason_, That stalking, ten-foot rule, She's always out of season, A tedious, testy fool. MRS. FOLLEN. 20. GENTLEMAN.--That most active member of mortal things, A _woman's tongue_; something like a smoke-jack, For it goes ever, without winding up. JOHN TOBIN--_Honey Moon_. 20. LADY.--You would rather hear your dog bark at a crow, Than a man swear he loves you. _Much Ado About Nothing._ 21. Age is dark and unlovely; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills: the blast of the north is on the plain; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey. OSSIAN. 22. To have _odd quirks_ and remnants of _wit_ broken on you. _Much Ado About Nothing._ 23. Whenever a change is wrought, And you know not the reason why, In your own or an old friend's thought. BARRY CORNWALL. 24. You are weary of the endless theme of Cupid's smiles and sighs, You are sick of reading rigmaroles about "my lady's eyes;" You cannot move, you cannot look around, below, above, But men and women, birds and bees, are prating about love. R. M. CHARLTON. 25. You hate _ingratitude_ more in man, Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood. _Twelfth Night._ 26. There are haughty steps that would walk the globe O'er necks of humbler ones; _You_ would scorn to bow to their jewell'd robes, Or the beam of their _coin-lit_ suns. MISS L. P. SMITH. 27. You'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree, And that would set your teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as _mincing poetry_. _Henry IV._ 28. In your soul you loathe All _affectation_. 'Tis your perfect scorn, Object of your implacable disgust. COWPER--_Task_. 29. GENTLEMAN.--To pick up fans and knitting-needles, And list to songs, and tunes, and watch for smiles, And smile at pretty prattle. BYRON--_Werner_. 29. LADY.--An a lover be _tardy_, you had as lief be wooed of a snail; for though the snail comes slowly, he carries his house on his head. _As You Like It._ 30. That the _king_ should reign on a throne of gold, Fenced round by his power divine; That the _baron_ should sit in his castle old, Drinking his ripe red wine; While below, below, in his ragged coat, The _beggar_ he tuneth a hungry note, And the _spinner_ is bound to his weary thread, And the _debtor_ lies down with an aching head.