O, she is the antidote to desire.

She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.

There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.

I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

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

Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.