That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
All I ask, is the privilege for my masculine part the poet in me.... If I must not, because of my sex, have this freedom... I lay down my quill and you shall hear no more of me.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
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.
time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern ...
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.
There is no sinner like a young saint.
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.
God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.
Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
Come away; poverty's catching.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
'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!
A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
Dear me no Dears, Sir ...
... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.
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