Crimes, like virtues, are their own rewards.
Women are like pictures: of no value in the hands of a fool till he hears men of sense bid high for the purchase.
Money is the sinews of love, as of war.
Tis a question whether adversity or prosperity makes the most poets.
When the blind lead the blind, no wonder they both fall into - matrimony.
There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.