Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.
Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.