Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
'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!
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.