Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.

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

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

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

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