Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
Come away; poverty's catching.
A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.