But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.

Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.

A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.

I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.

Marriage is honourable, as you say; and if so, wherefore should Cuckoldom be a Discredit, being deriv'd from so honourable a Root?

Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.