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

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

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

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