But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife’s spirits.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
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.
We only part to meet again.
Tell me and I forget. Show me and I remember. Involve me and I understand.
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.