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.

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

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

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

Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.

Would any thing but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty and expectation are joys of life; security is an insipid thing; and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

There is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!