Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.