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

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

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

I have heard people eat most heartily of another man's meat, that is, what they do not pay for.

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

Wit has as few true judges as painting.

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