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

Poetry's a mere drug, Sir.

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

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

Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks / Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks / The founder's you; the table is this place / The carvers we; the prologue is the grace / Each act a course, each scene, a different dish.

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

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.