He is a fool who thinks by force or skill, To turn the current of a woman's will.

A fop? In this brave, licentious age To bring his musty morals on the stage? Rhime us to reason? and our lives redress In metre, as Druids did the savages.

Haste is slow. [Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]

Timid dogs more eagerly bark than bite.

Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from the attack even of the weak.

Let them call it mischief; Then it is past and prosper'd, 'twill be virtue.