He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.

She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.

Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.