The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.

Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.