What a dull, insipid thing is a billet-doux written in cold blood, after the
heat of the business is over!
1676 The Man of Mode or, Sir Fopling Flutter, act1, sc.1. |
Like dancers on the ropes poor poets fare, Most perish young, the rest in danger are.
Sir George EtheregeNext to the coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.
Sir George EtheregeI know heisa devil, but hehassomethingoftheangel yet undefaced in him, which makes him so charming and agreeable that I must love him, be he never so wicked.
Sir George EtheregeWe are not masters of our own affections; our inclinations dailyalter: now we love pleasure, and anon we shall dote on business. Human frailty will have it so, and who can help it?
Sir George EtheregeWhenlovegrows diseased,thebestthing we candoisto put it to a violent death. I cannot endure the torture of a lingering and consumptive passion.
Sir George EtheregeI must confess I am a fop in my heart; ill customs influence my very senses, and I have been so used to affectation that without the help of the air of the court what is natural cannot touch me.
Sir George Etherege