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

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.

A mistress should be like a little country retreat near the town, not to dwell in constantly, but only for a night and away.

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.

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

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

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