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

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.

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

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

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

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.

I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.