If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.
You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.
Who talks much, must talk in vain.
Look round, the wrecks of play behold; Estates dismember'd, mortgaged, sold! Their owners now to jails confin'd, Show equal poverty of mind.
O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.