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.

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.

Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.

There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal Skill, Who please one against his Will.

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

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.