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.

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

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

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

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

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.

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.