"Say that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write till your ink be dry and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity."

"Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For, "get you gone," she doth not mean, "away." Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman."

"Never give her o'er; For scorn at first makes after-love the more. If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, But rather to beget more love in you; If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone, For why, the fools are mad if left alone."

"Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; Dumb jewels often in their silent kind More than quick words do move a woman's mind."

"Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: That she belov'd knows nought that knows not this: Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is."

"She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won."

"O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world."

"Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won?"

"She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story And that would woo her."

"I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms."

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never."

"We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd and were not made to woo."

"Wooing thee, I found thee of more value Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags; And 'tis the very riches of thyself That now I aim at."

"Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such fair ostents of love As shall conveniently become you there."

"She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman, therefore to be won."

"Most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?"

"A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee."

"Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue,— Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain."

"Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won."

"Why don't you speak for yourself, John?"

"If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning."

""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."

"Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire."

"Though I am young, I scorn to flit On the wings of borrowed wit."

"Nae wut without a portion o' impertinence."

"He had too thoughtful a wit: like a penknife in too narrow a sheath, too sharp for his body."

"Good wits will jump."

"And wit its honey lent, without the sting."

"Too much wit makes the world rotten."

"It is with wits as with razors, which are never so apt to cut those they are employed on as when they have lost their edge."

"It is having in some measure a sort of wit to know how to use the wit of others."

"Wit consists in knowing the resemblance of things which differ, and the difference of things which are alike."

"One wit, like a knuckle of ham in soup, gives a zest and flavour to the dish, but more than one serves only to spoil the pottage."

"Surprise is so essential an ingredient of wit that no wit will bear repetition;—at least the original electrical feeling produced by any piece of wit can never be renewed."

"Man could direct his ways by plain reason, and support his life by tasteless food; but God has given us wit, and flavour, and brightness, and laughter, and perfumers, to enliven the days of man's pilgrimage, and to "charm his pained steps over the burning marle.""

"Fine wits destroy themselves with their own plots, in meddling with great affairs of state."

"Generally speaking there is more wit than talent in this world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent."

"Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven."

"You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; Knock as you please, there's nobody at home."

"A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits."