Beauty is the lover's gift.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.