» Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
» A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.
» The brave love mercy, and delight to save.
» Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
» How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
» There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self.
» Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?
» Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
» A fox may steal your hens, Sir, a whore your health and pence, Sir, your daughter rob your chest, Sir, your wife may steal your rest, Sir, a thief your goods and plate. But this is all but picking, with rest, pence, chest and chicken; it ever was decreed, Sir, if lawyer's hand is fee d, Sir, he steals your whole estate.
» We only part to meet again.