They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
All well bred persons lie - Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think.