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.

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.

A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.

Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.

There is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!

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