Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

No Friend To Love Like A Long Voyage At Sea.

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.