What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.