Aphra Behn
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Biography
Aphra Behn was an English playwright, poet, prose writer and translator from the Restoration era. As one of the first English women to earn her living by her writing, she broke cultural barriers and served as a literary role model for later generations of women authors.
"Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret."
"Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life."
"No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea."
"There's no sinner like a young saint."
"Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir."
"Variety is the soul of pleasure."
"Come away; poverty's catching."
"Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand."
"One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on."
"A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days."
"Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow."
"Oh what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!"
"He that knew all that ever Learning writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet."
"Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude."
"…that perfect Tranquillity of Life, which is no where to be found, but in retreat, a faithful Friend and a good Library…"
"Each moment of the happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life."
"She was employed by Charles II, in 1666, in a political negotiation at Antwerp, which she managed with much dexterity; but her intelligence (though well-founded) being disregarded, she renounced all state affairs, and amused herself some time with the gallantries of Antwerp; and, when she arrived at London, dedicated the rest of her life to pleasure and poetry."
"He that knew all that learning ever writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet."
"There is no sinner like a young saint."
"The only shame is the sin."
"Each moment of a happy love's hour is worth an age of dull and common life."
"And did with sighs their fate deplore,Since I must shelter them no more;And if before my joys were such,In having heard, and seen too much,My grief must be as great and high,When all abandoned I shall be,Doomed to a silent destiny."