Top 40 Quotes & Sayings by Aphra Behn

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an English dramatist Aphra Behn.
Last updated on December 21, 2024.
Aphra Behn

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. Rising from obscurity, she came to the notice of Charles II, who employed her as a spy in Antwerp. Upon her return to London and a probable brief stay in debtors' prison, she began writing for the stage. She belonged to a coterie of poets and famous libertines such as John Wilmot, Lord Rochester. Behn wrote under the pastoral pseudonym Astrea. During the turbulent political times of the Exclusion Crisis, she wrote an epilogue and prologue that brought her into legal trouble; she thereafter devoted most of her writing to prose genres and translations. A staunch supporter of the Stuart line, she declined an invitation from Bishop Burnet to write a welcoming poem to the new king William III. She died shortly after.

There is no sinner like a young saint.
Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.
Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret. — © Aphra Behn
Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
He that knew all that learning ever writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.
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.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality — © Aphra Behn
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity.
You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.
Affectation hath always had a greater share both in the action and discourse of men than truth and judgment have.
Come away; poverty's catching.
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
Fantastic fortune thou deceitful light, That cheats the weary traveler by night, Though on a precipice each step you tread, I am resolved to follow where you lead.
Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!
Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.
Women in London are like the rich silks; they are out of fashion a great while before they wear out.
... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.
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.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
Who is't that to woman's beauty would submit, And yet refuse the fetters of their wit?
God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil. — © Aphra Behn
God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.
Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.
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.
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
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.
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet. — © Aphra Behn
Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.
I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
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