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

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

All well bred persons lie - Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think.

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.