Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.

Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.