Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.

... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.

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.

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

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.

One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.