Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
APHRA BEHN, The Lover's Watch, Four o'clock
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
As love is the most noble and divine passion of the soul, so is it that to which we may justly attribute all the real satisfactions of life, and without it, man is unfinished, and unhappy.
APHRA BEHN, The Fair Jilt
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
There is no sinner like a young saint.
- Oh, I am arm'd with more than complete steel,
- The justice of my quarrel.
APHRA BEHN, The Moor's Revenge
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
- He that knew all that ever Learning writ,
- Knew only this -- that he knew nothing yet.
APHRA BEHN, The Emperor of the Moon
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
APHRA BEHN, The History of the Nun
Women in London are like the rich silks; they are out of fashion a great while before they wear out.
Come away; poverty's catching.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
APHRA BEHN, The Younger Brother
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
APHRA BEHN, The History of Agnes de Castro
A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.
- Fantastic fortune thou deceitful light,
- That cheats the weary traveler by night,
- Though on a precipice each step you tread,
- I am resolved to follow where you lead.
- And all my kisses on thy balmy lips as sweet,
- As are the breezes breath'd amidst the groves
- Of ripening spices on the height of day:
- As vigorous too.