You know, madam, that men reason to strengthen their own prejudices, and not to disturb their adversary's convictions.

Friendships have been lost by being claimed.

I have the flaunting air, she said,Laughing remorse awayFor vanities that now are dead,Dear follies of a day.Like a great golden ship she rode,Capricious at her ease,Spreading a sail to catch the modeOf every idle breeze.A dancing cloak she wore aboveHer pale serenity:O lamp of faith, O light o' love,Which was more dear to me?