Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When

Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters Please.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

I Value Fame As Much As If I Had Been Born A Hero.

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

As Love Is The Most Noble And Divine Passion Of The Soul, So Is It That To Which We May Justly Attribute All The Real Satisfactions Of Life, And Without It, Man Is Unfinished, And Unhappy.