Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.