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

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

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.

O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.

A little scorn is alluring.