Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

I'll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls me - Gamester.

The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.