Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.
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.
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.