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.

You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.

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

A little scorn is alluring.

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.

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.