I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.
Happiness was born a twin.
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
Think not I am what I appear.