To shoot at crows is powder flung away.

I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.

One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.

To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.

I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.

You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.