Women are like pictures: of no value in the hands of a fool till he hears men of sense bid high for the purchase.
Tis the greatest misfortune in nature for a woman to want a confidant.
I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.
Poetry's a mere drug, Sir.
There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.
False love is only blinder.