Words are but empty thanks

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.

Possession is eleven points in the law.

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

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 …