Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
No flattery, boy! an honest man cannot live by it; it is a little, sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and soften fools withal.
No praying, it spoils business.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Dame Fortune, like most others of the female sex, is generally most indulgent to the nimble-mettled blockheads.