Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.

But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,-- Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.