Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.

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.

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.

God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.

Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.

All I ask, is the privilege for my masculine part the poet in me.... If I must not, because of my sex, have this freedom... I lay down my quill and you shall hear no more of me.

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