Born in December 14, 1640 / Died in April 16, 1689 / United Kingdom / English
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
He that knew all that learning ever writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
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