Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
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.