Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
'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!
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!