Affectation hath always had a greater share both in the action and discourse of men than truth and judgment have.
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.
There is no sinner like a young saint.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.