Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
Come away; poverty's catching.
... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.