They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

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.

Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.

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

O, she is the antidote to desire.

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

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