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.

Necessity, the mother of invention.

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

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.

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.

Poetry's a mere drug, Sir.