These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into wife.

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

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."

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

Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.

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