I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.
One man's style must not be the rule of another's.
Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.
We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.
...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.