She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

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

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

All well bred persons lie - Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think.

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

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

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