Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
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.
As love is the most noble and divine passion of the soul, so is it that to which we may justly attribute all the real satisfactions of life, and without it, man is unfinished, and unhappy.