It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.

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

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

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

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

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.

Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.