Who pleases one against his will.

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.

Pleasure admitted in undue degree Enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.

That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind.

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.