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

Words are but empty thanks.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

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

Possession is eleven points in the law.

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 …