Where There Is No Novelty, There Can

Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour Is Worth An Age Of Dull And Common Life.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.