What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes

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

What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?

Who hath not heard the rich complain Of surfeits, and corporeal pain? He barr'd from every use of wealth, Envies the ploughman's strength and health.

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.

In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.