Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
Laugh, if thou art wise.
While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.
Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.