I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

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

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.

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

To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.

Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.