Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
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.