Besides, you are a Woman, you must never speak what you think: Your Words must contradict your Thoughts; but your Actions must contradict your Words.

Well, if he be but as great a Sea-Beast, as she is a Land-Monster, we shall have a most amphibious Breed —

A loaf of bread and a clean collar; what does man want more?

Fondlewife: Come, Sir, who are you, in the first place? And what are you?
Bellmour: A Whore-master.
Fondlewife: Very Concise.

Words come later. It is the scent that first speaks of love.

The little frost-work which Titmouse had thrown around his heart, began to melt like snow under sunbeams.

Bellmour: But tell me how you would be ador’d — I am very tractable.

What was the past of this Trevor, pugilist, traveller, and gold-digger, and how had he placed himself in the power of this acid-faced seaman?

The injury therefore that you do to a man should be such that you need not fear his revenge.

Then the gentle breeze would enter her window, laden with sweet scents of which he had just been rifling the coy flowers beneath, in their dewy repose, tended and petted during the day by her own delicate hand!—Beautiful moon!—cold and chaste in thy skyey palace, studded with brilliant and innumerable gems, and shedding down thy rich and tender radiance upon this lovely seclusion—was there upon the whole earth a more exquisite countenance then turned towards thee than hers?