Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.

No man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

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.

Nothing is more short-lived than pride.

We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.

Tell troth and shame the devil.

I do honor the very flea of his dog.