That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
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.
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.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
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.
Who is't that to woman's beauty would submit,
And yet refuse the fetters of their wit?
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
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.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
There is no sinner like a young saint.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
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.
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.
Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.
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