Variety is the soul of pleasure.

A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.

Come away; poverty's catching.

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.

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.

A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.

Affectation hath always had a greater share both in the action and discourse of men than truth and judgment have.