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.

Time has nothing to do with the matter.

There is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.

The only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.

It is the public scandal that offends; to sin in secret is no sin at all.

Too great haste leads us to error.

We must take the good with the bad; For the good when it's good, is so very good That the bad when it's bad can't be bad!