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

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

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

A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.

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.

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.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.