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 hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

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

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

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

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

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.