"Come come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools; they have need of 'em. Wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation; and let Father Time shake his glass."
Speaking of Belinda, he says—
"In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers anybody else to rail at me."
Heartwell, an old bachelor, says—
"Women's asses bear great burdens; are forced to undergo dressing, dancing, singing, sighing, whining, rhyming, flattery, lying, grinning, cringing, and the drudgery of loving to boot.... Every man plays the fool once in his life, but to marry is to play the fool all one's life long."
In Belinda we have a specimen of one of the fast young ladies of the period, who certainly seems to have used strong language. She cries,
Oh, that most inhuman, barbarous, hackney-coach! I am jolted to a jelly, am I not horridly touz'd?
She chides Belmour,
Prithee hold thy tongue! Lord! he has so pestered me with flowers and stuff, I think I shan't endure the sight of a fire for a twelvemonth.
Belmour. Yet all can't melt that cruel frozen heart.