A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much
Whoever heard a man of fortune in England talk of the necessaries of life? . . . Whether we can afford it or no, we must have superfluities.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!
In love we are all fools alike.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.