Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.
Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.