“Heav'n hath no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.”

“Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast.”

“Earth has no fury like love to hatred turn'dNor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd”

“Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.”

“Women are like tricks by sleight of hand,Which, to admire, we should not understand”

“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.”

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