Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.

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

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

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

Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...

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.

I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.