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.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

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

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.