Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
No praying, it spoils business.
Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.