I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.
These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into wife.
O, she is the antidote to desire.
Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.