I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.

Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.

There is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.

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

A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.

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.