I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.

Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.