I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

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'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.

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

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