Dramatist

Were there no women, men might live like gods.

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that begets them.

Age is like love, it cannot be hid.

Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.

Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.

Honest labor bears a lovely face.

The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives.

O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!

Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

What a heaven is love! O what a hell!