Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.

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.

A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.

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

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

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

Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.