Since 'tis Nature's law to change, Constancy alone is strange.
Love's chemistry thrives best in equal heat.
Custom does often reason overrule.
'Tis dangerous to think - For who by thinking tempts his jealous Fate, Is straight arraign'd as Traytor to the State, And none that come within the Verge of Sense, Have to Preferment now the least Pretence. . . .
Books bear him up a while, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy.
The theatre is my drug. And my illness is so far advanced that my physic must be of the highest quality.