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A little scorn is alluring.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
O, she is the antidote to desire.
Who pleases one against his will.
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.
Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.
No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.
Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.
I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.
I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere.
A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant.
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.
A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.
I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.
Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.
Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, And black despair succeeds brown study.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.
If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.