Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.
All which is not prose is verse; and all which is not verse is prose.
It is good food and not fine words that keeps me alive.
I assure you, an educated fool is more foolish than an uneducated one.
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
It is the public scandal that offends; to sin in secret is no sin at all.