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.
Poetry's a mere drug, Sir.
Necessity, the mother of invention.
Women are like pictures: of no value in the hands of a fool till he hears men of sense bid high for the purchase.
Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst.
I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.