The taste forever refines in the study of women.
The position you hold and the work you are now doing.
Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.
A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.
I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.
The Italians say that a beautiful woman by her smiles draws tears from our purse.