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.

Variety is the soul of pleasure.

A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

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.

Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.