If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant.
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.
Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.