The height of happiness, beyond all doubt, is to enjoy in the same
person the delights of love, and the pleasures of friendship; and to
find in that same person an affectionate wife and a faithful friend; no
other felicity comparable to this, can the present life afford: But--let
us say no more.
Love is a blind emotion, which does not always suppose merit in its
object; yet it is far more flattering to a handsome woman, to be beloved
by a man of merit, than to be adored by a fool.
Many women wish to appear lively because they thank it gives them an air
of youth and wit; but, vivacity, which is not the result of these, only
places folly in a more distinguished point of view.
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