Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.