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

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

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

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

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.

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?