Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
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.
Affectation hath always had a greater share both in the action and discourse of men than truth and judgment have.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
There is no sinner like a young saint.