Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
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
A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.
Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.
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.
Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.
Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.
There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
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.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
A little scorn is alluring.
You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Musick has charms to soothe a savage breast
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.
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.
A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
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