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.

Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity.

Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.

One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.

'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!