Necessity, mother of invention.

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

Marrying to increase love is like gaming to become rich; alas, you only lose what little stock you had before.

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

Poets, like friends to whom you are in debt, you hate.

Grief is so far from retrieving a loss that it makes it greater; but the way to lessen it is by a comparison with others' losses.

He's a fool that marries; but he's a greater fool that does not marry a fool.