Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!
In love we are all fools alike.
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
Fair words cost nothing.
Woman's mind Oft' shifts her passions, like th'inconstant wind; Sudden she rages, like the troubled main, Now sinks the storm, and all is calm again.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.