I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

All well bred persons lie - Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think.

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

Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.