Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one’s anger.

The brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband's greatest torments

He never could have loved me, or he would not have resigned me so willingly

I may be permitted, like the doctors, to cure a greater evil by a less, for I shall not fall seriously in love with the young widow, I think, nor she with me - that's certain - but if I find a little pleasure in her society I may surely be allowed to seek it; and if the star of her divinity be bright enough to dim the lustre of Eliza's, so much the better, but I scarcely can think it

He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough.

But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.