William Congreve,
Love for Love — Act I
“ VALENTINE, SCANDAL, JEREMY.SCAN. What, Jeremy holding forth?VAL. The rogue has (with all the wit he could muster up) been declaiming against wit.SCAN. Ay? Why, then, I'm afraid Jeremy has wit: for wherever it is, it's always contriving its own ruin.JERE. Why, so I have been telling my master, sir: Mr Scandal, for heaven's sake, sir, try if you can dissuade him from turning poet.SCAN. Poet! He shall turn soldier first, and rather depend upon the outside of his head than the lining. Why, what the devil, has not your poverty made you enemies enough? Must you needs shew your wit to get more? ”
