A little scorn is alluring.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."

There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal Skill, Who please one against his Will.

Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.

There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.

Beauty is the lover's gift.