Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches

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

Possession is eleven points in the law.

Words are but empty thanks.

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

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

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 …