You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or will be so. – Sir John Vanbrugh

I never had but one intrigue yet: but I confess I long to have another. Pray heaven it end as the first did tho , that we may both grow weary at a time; for Tis a melancholy thing for lovers to outlive one another. – Sir John Vanbrugh