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

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

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.

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

Conversation augments pleasure and diminishes pain by our having shares in either; for silent woes are greatest, as silent satisfaction leas; since sometimes our pleasure would be none but for telling of it, and our grief insupportable but for participation.

Have as much good nature as good sense since they generally are companions.