I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

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

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

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.

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

Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.