Pag. 20. ‘What do you pray for? Why, for a Husband; that is, you implore Providence to assist you in the just and pious Design of making the wisest of his Creatures a Fool, and the Head of the Creation a Slave.
Pag. 43. ‘But don't you think there is a great deal of Merit in dedicating a beautiful Face to the Service of Religion?
‘Not half so much as devoting them to a pretty Fellow. If our Femality had no Business in this World, why was it sent hither? Let's dedicate our beautiful Minds to the Service of Heaven: And for our handsom Persons, they become a Box at the Play, as well as a Pew in the Church.
In the Modish Husband.
Pag. 12. ‘She's mad with the Whimsies of Virtue and the Devil.
Pag. 28. ‘I think Wit the most impertinent thing that belongs to a Woman, except Virtue.
Pag. 47. ‘The Devil fetch him.
Pag. 50. ‘I'm going towards Heaven, Sirrah; it must be the Way to my Mistress.
In the Play call'd, Vice Reclaim'd, &c.
Pag. 15. ‘Now the Devil take that dear false agreeable; what shall I call him, Wilding. But I'll go home and pray heartily we may meet again to morrow.