Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.

Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.

Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.