O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.
Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretended friend is worse.
