A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.

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.

Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power; Never To Be Quenched Till They Themselves Devour.

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."

Hannibal Was A Very Pretty Fellow In Those Days.