I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.