I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.
Money is the sinews of love, as of war.
Tis the greatest misfortune in nature for a woman to want a confidant.
Necessity, the mother of invention.
False love is only blinder.
Women are like pictures: of no value in the hands of a fool till he hears men of sense bid high for the purchase.