They Come Together Like The

Mr Witwould: "pray, Madam, Do You Pin Up Your Hair With All Your Letters? I Find I Must Keep Copies." Mrs Millamant: "only With Those In Verse.... I Never Pin Up My Hair With Prose."

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very Witty Prologue To A Very Dull Play.

No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.

Come, Come, Leave Business To Idlers, And Wisdom To Fools: They Have Need Of 'em: Wit Be My Faculty, And Pleasure My Occupation, And Let Father Time Shake His Glass.