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.

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.

Don't appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.

I find medicine is the best of all trades because whether you do any good or not you still. Get your money.

A woman always has her revenge ready.

True, Heaven prohibits certain pleasures; but one can generally negotiate a compromise.