No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

There Is Nothing More Unbecoming A Man Of Quality Than To Laugh ... 'tis Such A Vulgar Expression Of The Passion!

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."

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...