We only part to meet again.
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Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
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How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
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The brave love mercy, and delight to save.
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Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
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In beauty, faults conspicuous grow; the smallest speck is seen on snow
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Cowards are cruel, but the brave Love mercy, and delight to save.
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Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.
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Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?
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Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
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But money, wife, is the true Fuller's Earth for reputations, there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out.
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A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.
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Shadow owes its birth to light.
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Cowards are cruel, but the brave Love mercy, and delight to save.
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Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
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The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's spirits.
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I must have women -- there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
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Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
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No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
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O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
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Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
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