O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.

Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.

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

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

Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.

My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.

Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.