Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.

Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.

Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.