“No woman ever hates a manfor being in love with her;but mainly a woman hates aman for being her friend.”

“Vice is a monster of so frightful mienAs to be hated needs but to be seen;Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,We first endure, then pity, then embrace.”

“Men, some to business take, some to pleasure take; but every woman is at heart a rake”

“Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies:O write it not, my hand - the name appearsAlready written - wash it out, my tears!In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.”

“Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride,Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide:If to her share some female errors fall,Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.”

“Philosophy, that leaned on Heaven before,Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.”

“No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!”