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

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

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

Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

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

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.