There is no sinner like a young saint.

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

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

Jealousy, the old worm that bites.

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.

Variety is the soul of pleasure.