In My Conscience I Believe The Baggage

Come, Come, Leave Business To Idlers, And Wisdom To Fools: They Have Need Of 'em: Wit Be My Faculty, And Pleasure My Occupation, And Let Father Time Shake His Glass.

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.

Marriage Is Honourable, As You Say; And If So, Wherefore Should Cuckoldom Be A Discredit, Being Deriv'd From So Honourable A Root?

I Confess Freely To You, I Could Never Look Long Upon A Monkey, Without Very Mortifying Reflections.

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