Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.

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

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.

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

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

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.