Come away; poverty's catching.
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
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.
Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality