You see, being I am _[sic]_ in love, I am willing to be so in order and rule: I have been turning over God knows how many books to look for precedents.
Recommend an example to me; and, above all, let me know whether 'tis most proper to walk in the woods, encreasing the winds with my sighs, or to sit by a purling stream, swelling the rivulet with my tears; may be, both may do well in their turns:--but to be a minute serious, what do you mean by this reproach of inconstancy?
I confess you give me several good qualities I have not, and I am ready to thank you for them, but then you must not take away those few I have.

No, I will never exchange them; take back the beauty and wit you bestow upon me, leave me my own mediocrity of agreeableness and genius, but leave me also my sincerity, my constancy and my plain dealing; 'tis all I have to recommend me to the esteem either of others or myself.

How should I despise myself if I could think I was capable of either inconstancy or deceit! I know not how I may appear to other people, nor how much my face may belie my heart, but I know that I never was or can be guilty of dissimulation or inconstancy--you will think this vain, but 'tis all that I pique myself upon.

Tell me you believe me and repent of your harsh censure.

Tell it me in pity to my uneasiness, for you are one of those few people about whose good opinion I am in pain.