Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.

Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!

For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.