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

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

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

Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.

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

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.