Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Affectation hath always had a greater share both in the action and discourse of men than truth and judgment have.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
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.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.