No caparisons, Miss, if you please!—Caparisons don’t become a young woman. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan

SIR OLIVER. Odds my Life — I am not sorry that He has run out of the course a little — for my Part, I hate to see dry Prudence clinging to the green juices of youth — ’tis like ivy round a sapling and spoils the growth of the Tree.

SIR OLIVER. Egad so He does — mercy on me — He’s greatly altered — and seems to have a settled married look — one may read Husband in his Face at this Distance.

Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.