O, she is the antidote to desire.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
All well bred persons lie - Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think.
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.
Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.