Poetry's a mere drug, Sir.

Those who know the least obey the best.

Charming women can true converts make, We love the precepts for the teacher's sake.

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.

Tis a question whether adversity or prosperity makes the most poets.

Money is the sinews of love, as of war.