A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.

Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.

How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!

One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.

Of all the fools that pride can boast, A Coxcomb claims distinction most.

Gamesters and highwaymen are generally very good to their whores, but they are very devils to their wives.

Fair words cost nothing.