Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.
Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.