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

No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.

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

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

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

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.

No author ever spar'd a brother.