Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality.
Kings that made laws, first broke ’em...
Tis Love alone can make our fetters please.
Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Come away; poverty’s catching.
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn’d ill luck every way.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
As love is the most noble and divine passion of the soul, so is it that to which we may justly attribute all the real satisfactions of life, and without it, man is unfinished, and unhappy.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.
I value not the censures of the crowd.
For thou hast made a very fiend of me, and I have hell within.
The only shame is the sin.
A man of wit could not be a knave or villain.
A woman’s passion is like the tide, it stays for no man when the hour is come.