If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

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

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.

Would any thing but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty and expectation are joys of life; security is an insipid thing; and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.