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

I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.

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

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.