Marriage Is Honourable, As You Say; And

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

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."

No Mask Like Open Truth To Cover Lies, As To Go Naked Is The Best Disguise.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.