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.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.