All I ask, is the privilege for my masculine part the poet in me.... If I must not, because of my sex, have this freedom... I lay down my quill and you shall hear no more of me.

Variety is the soul of pleasure.

Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.

Jealousy, the old worm that bites.

I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.