It Is A Maxim That Man And

Aimwell: Then You Understand Latin, Mr. Bonniface? Bonniface: Not I, Sir, As The Saying Is, But He Talks It So Very Fast That I'm Sure It Must Be Good.

Observe This, That Tho A Woman Swear, Forswear, Lie, Dissemble, Back-bite, Be Proud, Vain, Malicious, Anything, If She Secures The Main Chance, She's Still Virtuous; That's A Maxim.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

No Woman Can Be A Beauty Without A Fortune.

There Is No Scandal Like Rags, Nor Any Crime So Shameful As Poverty.