Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
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.
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
A little scorn is alluring.
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.