Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.

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

Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality

I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.

You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.

Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!

Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.