Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.