There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison
One cannot have too large a party. A large party secures its own amusement.
A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.
With women, the heart argues, not the mind.
How can I dispose of myself with it?
Loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable; that one false step involves her in endless ruin; that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful; and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex.