“Love gilds us over and makes us show fine things to one another for a time, but soon the gold wears off, and then again the native brass appears.” — George Etherege Copy Share Image
I must confess I am a fop in my heart; ill customs influence my very senses, and I have been so used to affectation… — George Etherege Copy Share Image
Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one. — George Etherege Copy Share Image
“Nature well drawn, and wit, must now give place To gaudy nonsense and to dull grimace: Nor is it strange that you should like… — George Etherege Copy Share Image
“Love gilds us over and makes us show fine things to one another for a time, but soon the gold wears off, and then… — George Etherege Copy Share Image
When love grows diseased, the best thing we can do is to put it to a violent death. I cannot endure the torture of… — George Etherege Copy Share Image
Writing, madam, is a mechanic part of wit. A gentleman should never go beyond a song or a billet. — George Etherege Copy Share Image
We are not masters of our own affections; our inclinations dailyalter: now we love pleasure, and anon we shall dote on business. Human frailty… — George Etherege Copy Share Image
