This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
Heaven gives its favourites-early death.
What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.
I am ashes where once I was fire.
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.