A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.

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.

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.