Tis the greatest misfortune in nature for a woman to want a confidant.
There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.
Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst.
Aimwell: Then you understand Latin, Mr. Bonniface? Bonniface: Not I, Sir, as the saying is, but he talks it so very fast that I'm sure it must be good.
How a little love and good company improves a woman.
Necessity, the mother of invention.