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

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

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

A good name is seldom got by giving it oneself.

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

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

Wit has as few true judges as painting.