George Villiers's Quotes

Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them.

And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.

Good wits will jump.

Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold.

The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.

What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things?

But where are the snows of yester year?

Good talkers are only found in Paris.

My days are gone a-wandering.