A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.
What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretended friend is worse.
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
