That perfect tranquility of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
There is no sinner like a young saint.
Each moment of a happy lover’s hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
God makes all things good; Man meddles with ’em and they become evil.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality.
I think a Play the best divertisement that wise men have: but I do also think them nothing so who do discourse so formallie about the rules of it, as if ’twere the grand affair of humane life.
Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity.
Women in London are like the rich silks; they are out of fashion a great while before they wear out.
Fantastic fortune thou deceitful light, That cheats the weary traveler by night, Though on a precipice each step you tread, I am resolved to follow where you lead.
Love’s a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
Dear me no Dears, Sir...