When I thought thus, I deceived both you and myself.

Either I must die at present, or expire by the lingering torments of unsatisfied desire.

Oh! since we last conversed together, a dreadful veil has been rent from before my eyes.

I love you no longer with the devotion which is paid to a Saint: I prize you no more for the virtues of your soul; I lust for the enjoyment of your person.
The Woman reigns in my bosom, and I am become a prey to the wildest of passions.

Away with friendship! 'tis a cold unfeeling word.