A slighted woman knows no bounds.
True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.
We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.