I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.
Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.
Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.
It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
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.