You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
Patience is a flatterer, sir, and an ass, sir.
Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.
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.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.