How can you be content to be in the world like tulips in a garden, to make a fine show, and be good for nothing.

. . . he who only or chiefly chose for Beauty, will in a little Time find the same Reason for another Choice.

If a Woman can neither Love nor Honour, she does ill in promising to Obey.

Your glass will not do you half so much service as a serious reflection on your own minds.

He who will be just, must be forc'd to acknowledge, that neither Sex are always in the right.

To all the rest of his Absurdities, (for vice is always unreasonable,) he adds one more, who expects that Vertue from another which he won't practise himself.

Unhappy is that Grandeur which makes us too great to be good; and that Wit which sets us at a distance from true Wisdom.