Tis the greatest misfortune in nature for a woman to want a confidant.

I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.

Tis the greatest misfortune in nature for a woman to want a confidant.

Spite of all modesty, a man must own a pleasure in the hearing of his praise.

We are the men of intrinsic value, who can strike our fortunes out of ourselves, whose worth is independent of accidents in life, or revolutions in government: we have heads to get money, and hearts to spend it.

'Tis a strange thing, Sam, that among us people can't agree the whole week, because they go different ways upon Sundays.

Do you think a woman's silence can be natural?