Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.
Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.
'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!