Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.

False Love Is Only Blinder.

Aimwell: Then You Understand Latin, Mr. Bonniface? Bonniface: Not I, Sir, As The Saying Is, But He Talks It So Very Fast That I'm Sure It Must Be Good.

Money Is The Sinews Of Love, As Of War.

Spite Of All Modesty, A Man Must Own A Pleasure In The Hearing Of His Praise.

Tis The Greatest Misfortune In Nature For A Woman To Want A Confidant.