A little scorn is alluring.
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.