Lions, wolves, and vultures don’t live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.
Topics: Socialism, Communism
Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?
The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.
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.
Reproachful speech from either side The want of argument supplied; They rail, reviled; as often ends The contests of disputing friends.
Pride is increased by ignorance; those assume the most who know the least.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
Shadow owes its birth to light.
On the choice of friends, Our good or evil name depends.
Fortune may find a pot, but your own industry must make it boil.
But money, wife, is the true Fuller’s Earth for reputations, there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out.
Gamesters and highwaymen are generally very good to their whores, but they are very devils to their wives.
Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
Topics: Men & Women
Through all the employments of life each neighbor abuses his brother; whore and rogue they call husband and wife: All professions be-rogue one another.
How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife’s spirits.
Learning by study must be won; ’twas, ne’er entailed from sire to son.
Fools may our scorn, not envy raise, for envy is a kind of praise.
To cheat a man is nothing; but the woman must have fine parts, indeed, who cheats a woman.
A fox may steal your hens, Sir, a whore your health and pence, Sir, your daughter rob your chest, Sir, your wife may steal your rest, Sir, a thief your goods and plate. But this is all but picking, with rest, pence, chest and chicken; it ever was decreed, Sir, if lawyer’s hand is feed, Sir, he steals your whole estate.
An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretended friend is worse.
Topics: Friends and Friendship
Fill every glass, for wine inspires us,
And fires us With courage, love and joy.
Women and wine should life employ.
Is there ought to else on earth desirous?
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack’d for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians’ food, And France obs marshes of the croaking brood.
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