O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.

Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...

There is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!

Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.

Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."

Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.