Ah! good Sir! no Whores before Dinner, I beseech you."

[Love's Last Shift]

She was only a prostitute, but she had the nicest face I ever came across.

The will for the deed.

Stolen sweets are best.

Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, . . . thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wind-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.

As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.