A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.

A little scorn is alluring.

I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.

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.