They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.