A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

To Find A Young Fellow That Is Neither A Wit In His Own Eye, Nor A Fool In The Eye Of The World, Is A Very Hard Task.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

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, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.