Now piercèd is her virgin zone; She feels the foe within it. She hears a broken amorous groan, The panting lover's fainting moan, Just in the happy minute.

The clog of all pleasure, the luggage of life, is the best can be said for a very good wife.

Love's chemistry thrives best in equal heat.

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.

Tis a meaner part of sense to find a fault than taste an excellence.

To pick out the wildest and most fantastical odd man alive, and to place your kindness there, is an act so brave and daring as will show the greatness of your spirit and distinguish you in love, as you are in all things else, from womankind.

Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense