A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.
Women in London are like the rich silks; they are out of fashion a great while before they wear out.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Come away; poverty’s catching.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
‘Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!
There is no sinner like a young saint.
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.
Affectation hath always had a greater share both in the action and discourse of men than truth and judgment have.