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.
You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!