Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.

Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.

He that is respectless in his courses oft sells his reputation at cheap market.

Our whole life is like a play.

Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.

I do honor the very flea of his dog.

Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.