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

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

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.

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.

Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

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

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.