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

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?

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

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.

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

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