No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.
O, she is the antidote to desire.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.