Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.

To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.

I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.

O, she is the antidote to desire.

O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.