Who pleases one against his will.
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
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.
She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.