Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.

Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into wife.

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."

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

Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.