One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.

It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.