One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.
Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.