"I 've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes. Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em."

"So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love, And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer."

"I don't see it."

"This business will never hold water."

"Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended."

"Words are but empty thanks."

"Possession is eleven points in the law."

"Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches."

"Oh, how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring!"

"As good be out of the world as out of the fashion."

"Prithee don’t screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners."

"Losers must have leave to speak."

"A weak invention of the enemy."

"Stolen sweets are best."

"With clink of hammers closing rivets up."

"Perish that thought! No, never be it said That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard. Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain! Conscience, avaunt! Richard ’s himself again! Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away! My soul ’s in arms, and eager for the fray."

"The will for the deed."

"Off with his head—; so much for Buckingham."

"And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour."

"Tea! Thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, thou innocent pretence for bringing the wicked of both sexes together in a morning; thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart- opening, wink-tipping cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate thus, and … adore thee."

"We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang."

"Within one of her."

"There's no sinner like a young saint."

"Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir."

"Variety is the soul of pleasure."

"No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea."

"Come away; poverty's catching."

"Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand."

"One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on."

"A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days."

"Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow."

"Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret."

"Oh what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!"

"She was employed by Charles II, in 1666, in a political negotiation at Antwerp, which she managed with much dexterity; but her intelligence (though well-founded) being disregarded, she renounced all state affairs, and amused herself some time with the gallantries of Antwerp; and, when she arrived at London, dedicated the rest of her life to pleasure and poetry."

"Each moment of the happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life."

"Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude."

"He that knew all that ever Learning writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet."

"…that perfect Tranquillity of Life, which is no where to be found, but in retreat, a faithful Friend and a good Library…"

"Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, Like diamonds, we are cut with our own dust."

"Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin."

"Webster is not concerned with humanity. He is the poet of bile and brainstorm, the sweet singer of apoplexy; ideally, one feels, he would have had all his characters drowned in a sea of cold sweat. His muse drew nourishment from Bedlam, and might, a few centuries later, have done the same from Belsen."

"Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth, weeping: Their life, a general mist of error, Their death, a hideous storm of terror."

"I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits."

"Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees."

"Glories, like glowworms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near have neither heat nor light."

"But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again."

"Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near."

"Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young."

"I dare truly and boldly say, that one years exercise therein to ingenious spirits, under able Masters, will produce more real and true fruit, than the studying Aristotelian Philosophy hath brought forth in many centuries. O that the Schools therefore would leave their idle, and fruitless speculations, and not be too proud to put their hands to the coals and furnace, where they might find ocular experiments to confute their fopperies, and produce effects that would be beneficial to all posterities."

"'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,—the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out."