Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
Come away; poverty's catching.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.
There is no sinner like a young saint.