No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
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.