Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

I know a lady that loves to talk so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play; she has that everlasting rotation of tongue that an echo must wait till she dies before it can catch her last words!

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

There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.

A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.

Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.