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

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

One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.

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

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

Come away; poverty's catching.

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.