A moral, sensible, and well-bred man

Will not affront me,—and no other can.

Conversation. Line 193.

Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,

Unfriendly to society's chief joys:

Thy worst effect is banishing for hours

The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

Conversation. Line 251.

I cannot talk with civet in the room,

A fine puss-gentleman that 's all perfume.