First, then, a woman will, or won't, - depend on't; If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on't. But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.

Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.

Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.

Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself--for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.

Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.

First, then, a woman will, or won't, - depend on't; If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on't. But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.