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

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.

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.

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.

Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

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?

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.