O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman Scorn'd.

I Hope You Do Not Think Me Prone To Any Iteration Of Nuptials.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

Music Alone With Sudden Charms Can Bind The Wand'ring Sense, And Calm The Troubled Mind.