Tis the greatest misfortune in nature for a woman to want a confidant.
Those who know the least obey the best.
Women are like pictures: of no value in the hands of a fool till he hears men of sense bid high for the purchase.
One may like the love and despise the lover.
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.