O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.

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.

Who pleases one against his will.

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

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.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.