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.

Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.

Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.

Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

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

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.