An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

I Maintain, Against The Enemies Of The Stage, That Patterns Of Piety, Decently Represented, May Second The Precepts.

Ill Writers Are Usually The Sharpest Censors.

Love Works A Different Way In Different Minds, The Fool It Enlightens And The Wise It Blinds.