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.

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

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.

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

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.

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