"When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her mel..." — Oliver Goldsmith

The jests of the rich are ever successful.

Girls like to be played with, and rumpled a little too, sometimes.

Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.