You are of the society of the wits and railleurs . . . the surest sign is, since you are an enemy to marriage,--for that, I hear, you hate as much as business or bad wine.
Your women of honor, as you call em, are only chary of their reputations, not their persons; and 'Tis scandal that they would avoid, not men.
Wit has as few true judges as painting.
Wit is more necessary than beauty; and I think no young woman ugly that has it, and no handsome woman agreeable without it.
With faint praises one another damn.
Women of quality are so civil, you can hardly distinguish love from good breeding.
Women serve but to keep a man from better company.
I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better.
A beauty masked, like the sun in eclipse, gathers together more gazers than if it shined out.
Marrying to increase love is like gaming to become rich; alas, you only lose what little stock you had before.
A good name is seldom got by giving it oneself.
Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.
A mistress should be like a little country retreat near the town, not to dwell in constantly, but only for a night and away.
Money makes up in a measure all other wants in men.
As wit is too hard for power in council, so power is too hard for wit in action.
Necessity, mother of invention.
Bluster, sputter, question, cavil; but be sure your argument be intricate enough to confound the court.
Next to the pleasure of finding a new mistress is that of being rid of an old one.
Ceremony and great professing renders friendships as much suspected as it does religion.
Poets, like friends to whom you are in debt, you hate.
Come, for my part I will have only those glorious, manly pleasures of being very drunk, and very slovenly.
Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other.
Conversation augments pleasure and diminishes pain by our having shares in either; for silent woes are greatest, as silent satisfaction leas; since sometimes our pleasure would be none but for telling of it, and our grief insupportable but for participation.
Temperance is the nurse of chastity.
Go to your business, pleasure, whilst I go to my pleasure, business.