Thy books should, like thy friends, not many be/Yet such wherein men may thy judgment see.

Necessity, mother of invention.

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.

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

Women of quality are so civil, you can hardly distinguish love from good breeding.

Drinking with women is as unnatural as scolding with 'em.

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