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. Aphra Behn More Quotes by Aphra Behn More Quotes From Aphra Behn That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library. Aphra Behn library faithful perfect All I ask, is the privilege for my masculine part the poet in me.... If I must not, because of my sex, have this freedom... I lay down my quill and you shall hear no more of me. Aphra Behn privilege poet sex Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life. Aphra Behn positive birthday love Variety is the soul of pleasure. Aphra Behn variety pleasure soul 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 passion real love-is Who is't that to woman's beauty would submit, Aphra Behn womens-beauty submit wit One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on. Aphra Behn hours age love Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand. Aphra Behn money language speak Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow. Aphra Behn gone today death Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret. Aphra Behn pleasure secret love Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern. Aphra Behn mediums ems time Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour! Aphra Behn dear crush love Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity. Aphra Behn novelty curiosity I think a Play the best divertisement that wise men have: but I do also think them nothing so who do discourse so formallie about the rules of it, as if 'twere the grand affair of humane life. Aphra Behn wise men thinking There is no sinner like a young saint. Aphra Behn saint young children Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way. Aphra Behn luck rose today Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more. Aphra Behn reputation return Jealousy, the old worm that bites. Aphra Behn worms bites jealousy Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold. Aphra Behn cold diets Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude. Aphra Behn jealousy solitude secret
