Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Money Is The Sinews Of Love, As Of War.

Women Are Like Pictures: Of No Value In The Hands Of A Fool Till He Hears Men Of Sense Bid High For The Purchase.

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.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.

I Hate All That Don't Love Me, And Slight All That Do.