George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

The world is made up, for the most part, of fools and knaves, both irreconcileable foes to truth.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

She that would raise a noble love must find Than all the crooked subtleties of art.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

The world's a wood, in which all lose their way,Though by a different path each goes astray.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

Methinks, I see the wanton houres flee, And as they passe, turne back and laugh at me.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions — Time!

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

We might well call this short Mock-play of oursAnd there are such, I fear, who thought 'em Roses.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy,And with their Comoedies they make us cry.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

All these threatening storms, which, like impregnate Clouds, hover o'er our heads, will (when they once are grasp'd but by the eye of reason) melt into fruitful showers of blessings on the people.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

What a Devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things?

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

Ay, now the Plot thickens very much upon us.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

The blackest Ink of Fate, sure, was my Lot,And, when she writ my Name, she made a blot.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

A Lady that was drown'd at Sea, and had a wave for her Winding sheet.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare;And all this I can do, because I dare.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a mine near too be dig'd.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

There are few have Dana's fortune, to have God and gold togather.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham

A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.

— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham