"Necessity, the mother of invention."

"Poetry’s a mere drug, Sir."

"I hate all that don’t love me, and slight all that do."

"Crimes, like Virtues, are their own Rewards."

"Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour? Kite. Oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed a…"

"Hanging and marriage, you know, go by destiny."

"[T]hose who know the least, obey the best."

"Sir, you shall taste my Anno Domini."

"There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty."

"I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly."