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A good husband makes a good wife at any time.
Crimes, like virtues, are their own rewards.
Do you think a woman's silence can be natural?
False love is only blinder.
Here's such a plague every morning, with buckling shoes, gartering, combing and powdering.
Kiss and be friends.
The shortest pleasures are the sweetest.
'Tis a question whether adversity or prosperity makes the most poets.
'Tis the greatest misfortune in nature for a woman to want a confidant.
Women are like pictures: of no value in the hands of a fool till he hears men of sense bid high for the purchase.
Women never really command until they have given their promise to obey; and they are never in more danger of being made slaves than when the men are at their feet.
Women never truly command till they have given their promise to obey; and they are never in more danger of being made slaves than when the men are at their feet.
Our sex still strikes an awe upon the brave,
And only cowards dare affront a woman.
- Constant Couple (act V, sc. 1) [Women]
Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend
To mean devices for a sordid end.
Courage--an independent spark from Heaven's bright throne,
By which the soul stands raised, triumphant high, alone.
Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,
Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.
Courage, the mighty attribute of powers above,
By which those great in war, are great in love.
The spring of all brave acts is seated here,
As falsehoods draw their sordid birth from fear.
- Love and a Bottle,
part of dedication to the Lord Marquis of Carmarthen
Vivutur ingenio, that damn'd motto there
Seduced me first to me a wicked player.
- Love and a Bottle
(epilogue written and spoken by Joseph Haynes)
Our 'prentice, Tom, may now refuse
To wipe his scroundrel master's shoes;
For now he's free to sing and play
Over the hills and far away.
- Over the Hills and Far Away
(act II, sc. 3) [Music]
- Recruiting Officer (III, 2) [Money]
'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad. Anything for the good of one's country--I'm a Roman for that.
- The Beaux's Stratagem
(act III, sc. 2, l. 89) [Patriotism]
I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.
- The Inconstant (act II, 1) [Singing]
Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks;
Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks.
The founder's you: the table is the place:
The carvers we: the prologue is the grace.
Each act, a course, each scene, a different dish,
Though we're in Lent, I doubt you're still for flesh.
Satire's the sauce, high-season'd, sharp and rough.
Kind masks and beaux, I hope you're pepperproof?
Wit is the wine; but 'tis so scarce the true
Poets, like vintners, balderdash and brew.
Your surly scenes, where rant and bloodshed join.
Are butcher's meat, a battle's sirloin:
Your scenes of love, so flowing, soft and chaste,
Are water-gruel without salt or taste.
- The Inconstant; or, The Way to Win Him
Over the hills, and over the main,
To Flanders, Portugal, or Spain;
The Queen commands, and we'll obey,
Over the hills and far away.
- The Recruiting Officer (act II, sc. 2)