Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
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.
Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.
She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?