Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.

Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.

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.

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

Who pleases one against his will.