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.