“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.”

“Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.”

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

“You'll grow devilish fat upon this paper-diet!”

“But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.”

“Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast.”

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