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

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

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

Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.

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.

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

Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other.