Go to your business, pleasure, whilst I go to my pleasure, business.

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.

Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close.

Go to your business, pleasure, whilst I go to my pleasure, business.

Next to the pleasure of finding a new mistress is that of being rid of an old one.

Conversation augments pleasure and diminishes pain by our having shares in either; for silent woes are greatest, as silent satisfaction leas; since sometimes our pleasure would be none but for telling of it, and our grief insupportable but for participation.