Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
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
God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.
... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.