Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.

Good manners and soft words have brought many a difficult thing to pass.

A slighted woman knows no bounds.

True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.

Love's like virtue, its own reward.

We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.

Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.