They [zealots] would have everybody be as blind as themselves: to them, to be clear-sighted is libertinism.
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.
My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.
All which is not prose is verse; and all which is not verse is prose.
People are all alike in their promises. It is only in their deeds that they differ.
It is a strange enterprise to make respectable people laugh.