Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
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.