God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.
Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.
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.