Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation: Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine.
On the choice of friends, Our good or evil name depends.
And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place.
Before the Barn-Door crowing, The Cock by Hens attended, His Eyes around him throwing, Stands for a while suspended: Then One he singles from the Crew, And cheers the happy Hen; With how do you do, and how do you do, And how do you do again.
From wine what sudden friendship springs!
Brother, brother! We are both in the wrong.
How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretended friend is worse.
That raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak!) Bodes me no good.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.