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

All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.

Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.

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

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

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.