Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks / Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks / The founder's you; the table is this place / The carvers we; the prologue is the grace / Each act a course, each scene, a different dish.
Spite of all modesty, a man must own a pleasure in the hearing of his praise.
One may like the love and despise the lover.
The shortest pleasures are the sweetest.
False love is only blinder.
We are the men of intrinsic value, who can strike our fortunes out of ourselves, whose worth is independent of accidents in life, or revolutions in government: we have heads to get money, and hearts to spend it.