If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.

Would any thing but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty and expectation are joys of life; security is an insipid thing; and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

A little scorn is alluring.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.

There is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!