Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Gossip

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

Marriage

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

Sincerity

A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.