""Chops and Tomata Sauce. Yours, Pickwick." Chops! Gracious heavens! and Tomata Sauce! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away by such shallow artifices as these?"

"Some are soon bagg'd but some reject three dozen. 'Tis fine to see them scattering refusals And wild dismay, o'er every angry cousin (Friends of the party) who begin accusais, Such as—"Unless Miss (Blank) meant to have chosen Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals To his billets? Why waltz with him? Why, I pray, Look yes last night, and yet say No to-day?""

"There is a tide in the affairs of women Which, taken at the flood, leads—God knows where."

"And whispering, "I will ne'er consent"—consented."

"'Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost."

"Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast, Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs."

"Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But not too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness, if thou art wise."

"She that with poetry is won, Is but a desk to write upon; And what men say of her they mean No more than on the thing they lean."

"He that will win his dame must do As love does when he draws his bow; With one hand thrust the lady from, And with the other pull her home."

"Pickup is a lie. Money is a lie. Fame is a lie. Having sex with hot models is a fucking lie. Pickup is a fucking scam product if you treat it as the one thing to make you happy, as the one thing to finally make yourself acceptable, as the one thing to finally feel like you are a good man. An attractive man. That's a fucking lie? Okay. It's not a thing that brings you happiness if you don't learn how to value happiness in where it actually is."

"Let him who wooes be full of chat, And full of flattery and all that, And carry presents in his hat: Skill may supplant the worthier man."

"A pressing lover seldom wants success, Whilst the respectful, like the Greek, sits down And wastes a ten years' siege before one town."

"Wooed, and married, and a', Married, and wooed, and a'! And was she nae very weel off That was wooed, and married, and a'?"

"It was a happy age when a man might have wooed his wench with a pair of kid leather gloves, a silver thimble, or with a tawdry lace; but now a velvet gown, a chain of pearl, or a coach with four horses will scarcely serve the turn."

"But in vain did she conjure him To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t'allure him, And but one to bid him go."

"The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid."

"They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake."

"Ah, whither shall a maiden flee, When a bold youth so swift pursues, And siege of tenderest courtesy, With hope perseverant, still renews!"

"In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride; He comes too neere, that comes to be denide."

"Ye shall know my breach of promise."

"I sat with Doris, the Shepherd maiden; Her crook was laden with wreathèd flowers; I sat and wooed her through sunlight wheeling, And shadows stealing for hours and hours."

"Happy Mary Anerly, looking O so fair, There's a ring upon your hand, and there's myrtle in your hair. Somebody is with you now: Somebody I see, Looks into your trusting face very tenderly."

"'Tis sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we're far from the lips we love, We've but to make love to the lips we are near."

"If I speak to thee in friendship's name, Thou think'st I speak too coldly; If I mention Love's devoted flame, Thou say'st I speak too boldly."

"Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide: In part she is to blame that has been tried; He comes too near that comes to be denied."

"That you are in a terrible taking, By all these sweet oglings I see; But the fruit that can fall without shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me."

"And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale."

"He kissed her cold corpse a thousand times o'er, And called her his jewel though she was no more: And he drank all the pison like a lovyer so brave, And Villikins and Dinah lie buried in one grave."

"I will now court her in the conqueror's style; "Come, see, and overcome.""

"Whaur hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy? I've been by burn and flowery brae, Meadow green and mountain grey, Courting of this young thing Just come frae her mammy."

"His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle."

"Come live in my heart and pay no rent."

"The nightingales among the sheltering boughs Of populous many-nested trees Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me By what resistless charms or incantations They won their mates."

"A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care) But the fool he called her his lady fair— (Even as you and I!)"

"There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake, Or the way of a man with a maid."

"Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men?"

"The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling."

"I'll woo her as the lion woos his brides."

"If doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I'll mount my steed, And strong his arm and fast his seat, That bears me from the meed. Then tell me how to woo thee, love, Oh, tell me how to woo thee For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take Though ne'er another trow me."

"Perhaps if you address the lady Most politely, most politely, Flatter and impress the lady Most politely, most politely. Humbly beg and humbly sue, She may deign to look on you."

"Ah, Foole! faint heart faire lady n'ere could win."

"And when with envy Time transported Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys."

"Faint heart hath been a common phrase, faire ladie never wives."

"So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her Love, And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution Told his soft Tale, and was a thriving Wooer."

"Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo."

"Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all."

"'Tis enough— Who listens once will listen twice; Her heart be sure is not of ice, And one refusal no rebuff."