A new chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play.

Fair as a lily, and not only the pride of life, but the desire of his eyes

You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream

I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester

Your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you.

His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss.

I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.