Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.

Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.

I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into wife.

I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.