One can be well-bred and write bad poetry

Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

A good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman's ailments.

I want people to be sincere; a man of honor shouldn't speak a single word that doesn't come straight from his heart.

There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.

Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.