The devil is a gentleman.
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.