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

There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal Skill, Who please one against his Will.

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

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

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.

I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.

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