Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.
A little scorn is alluring.