Your women of honor, as you call 'em , are only chary of their reputations, not their persons, and 'tis scandal they would avoid, not men.

But methings wit is more necessary than beauty; and I think no young woman ugly that has it, and no handsome woman agreeable without it

A beauty masked, like the sun in eclipse, gathers together more gazers than if it shined out.

Ceremony and great professing renders friendship as much suspect as it does religion.

Necessity, mother of invention.

Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.

Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other.