One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.

I am determined that only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony. So... I shall end an old maid, and teach your ten children to embroider cushions and play their instruments very ill.

Yes, you know enough of my frankness to believe me capable of that. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations.

Beware how you give your heart.

Goldsmith tells us, that when lovely woman stoops to folly, she has nothing to do but to die; and when she stoops to be disagreeable, it is equally to be recommended as a clearer of ill-fame.

One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best.

To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.