I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.

She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.

Marriage is honourable, as you say; and if so, wherefore should Cuckoldom be a Discredit, being deriv'd from so honourable a Root?

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.

He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.

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