Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.

Kings that made laws, first broke ’em...

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn’d ill luck every way.

A man of wit could not be a knave or villain.

Love’s a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.

I think a Play the best divertisement that wise men have: but I do also think them nothing so who do discourse so formallie about the rules of it, as if ’twere the grand affair of humane life.

Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality.

Dear me no Dears, Sir...

Come away; poverty’s catching.

God makes all things good; Man meddles with ’em and they become evil.