And old hound bytes fair. A sloathfull man is a Beggers brother. As soon comes the Lamb-skin to the market as the old Sheeps. At open doors Dogs come in. An hungry man sees far. All is not tint that is in peril. As the Sow fills the Draff fowres. A good asker should have a good nay-say. A good ruser was never a good rider. A Lyar should have a good memory.

The application of a red-hot iron to her head in the midst of her fits was drastic but effectual. She cried out "Oh Lord," and so proved herself a "notorious Lyar." She was sent to the house of correction, where, reports the unfeeling pamphleteer, "She is now beating hemp." Another pamphlet, however, gives a very different version.

Gray had kept the money in his hands, and had never paid Stranjan: he had along with me once for a letter, in order for his character, to give him one, but I told him I could not give him a good one, so I would not write at all. Gray is a very great drunkard, can't keep a penny in his pocket: a sad notorious lyar.

Why, there is not time for a man to be sick in it, replied he What a cursed lyar! for I am sick as a horse, quoth I, already what a brain! upside down! hey-day! the cells are broke loose one into another, and the blood, and the lymph, and the nervous juices, with the fix'd and volatile salts, are all jumbled into one mass good G..! every thing turns round in it like a thousand whirlpools I'd give a shilling to know if I shan't write the clearer for it

The lyar, and only the lyar, is invariably and universally despised, abandoned and disowned: he has no domestic consolations, which he can oppose to the censure of mankind; he can retire to no fraternity where his crimes may stand in the place of virtues, but is given up to the hisses of the multitude, without friend and without apologist.

'Go, cried I, 'thou art a wretch, a poor pitiful wretch, and every way a lyar; but your meanness secures you from my anger! Yet sir, I am descended from a family that would not have borne this! And so, thou vile thing, to gratify a momentary passion, thou hast made one poor creature wretched for life, and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion.

In the same way, on the occasion of a recent entertainment, I had said "that the first point of attraction and admiration were her ladyship's looks;" this compliment was transferred by the printer to her "ladyship's cooks!" My praises of the "Infant Lyra" were converted to a panegyric on the "infant lyar."

A still Sow eats all the Draff. All things hath a beginning, God excepted. A blind man should not judge of colours. A good fellow tint never, but at an ill fellows hand. All the Corn in the Country is not shorn by the Kempers. A good beginning makes a good ending. As many heads as many wits. A black shoe makes a blythe heart. A Vaunter and a Lyar is both one thing. A dum man wan never land.

When Aristotle was once asked, what a man could gain by uttering falsehoods? he replied, "not to be credited when he shall tell the truth." The character of a lyar is at once so hateful and contemptible, that even of those who have lost their virtue it might be expected, that from the violation of truth they should be restrained by their pride.

To the end of his life, Washington wrote lie, lye; liar, lyar; ceiling, cieling; oil, oyl; and blue, blew, as in his boyhood he had learned to do from this book. Even in his carefully prepared will, "lye" was the form in which he wrote the word.