Thomas Shadwellwas an English poet and playwright who was appointed poet laureate in 1689... (wikipedia)
Every man loves what he is good at.
Words may be false and full of art; Sighs are the natural language of the heart.
I am, out of the ladies' company, like a fish out of the water.
And wit's the noblest frailty of the mind.
The haste of a fool is the slowest thing in the world.
T would make one scratch where It does not itch, to see fools live poor to die rich
No man is happy but by comparison.
Hope is a very thin diet.