Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.

One May Like The Love And Despise The Lover.

Our Sex Still Strikes An Awe Upon The Brave, And Only Cowards Dare Affront A Woman.

'tis A Strange Thing, Sam, That Among Us People Can't Agree The Whole Week, Because They Go Different Ways Upon Sundays.

Vivutur Ingenio, That Damn'd Motto There Seduced Me First To Me A Wicked Player.

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.