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

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

Necessity, mother of invention.

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

I weigh the man, not his title; 'tis not the king's stamp can make the metal better.

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

Money makes up in a measure all other wants in men.