Pag. 7. ‘Pox take ye. Pag. 12 ‘The Devil fetch me, &c.
Pag. 22. ‘Heaven's Blessing must needs fall upon so dutiful a Son; but I don't know how its Judgments may deal with so indifferent a Lover.
Pag. 28. ‘Say that 'tis true, you are married to another, and that a—— Twou'd be a Sin to think of any Body but your Husband, and that —— You are of a timorous Nature, and afraid of being damn'd.
‘How have I lov'd, to Heaven I appeal; but Heaven does now permit that Love no more.
‘Why does it then permit us Life and Thought? Are we deceiv'd in its Omnipotence? Is it reduc'd to find its Pleasure in its Creature's Pain?
Pag. 33. ‘Leonora's Charms turn Vice to Virtue, Treason into Truth; Nature, who has made her the Supream Object of our Desires must needs have design'd her the Regulator of our Morals.
‘There he goes I'faith; he seem'd as if he had a Qualm just now; but he never goes without a Dram of Conscience-water about him to set Matters right again.
Pag. 43. ‘Speak, or by all the Flame and Fire of Hell eternal; speak, or thou art dead.
In the Inconstant, or the Way to Win him. 1702.
Pag. 10. ‘My Blessing! Damn ye, you young Rogue.