I cannot see you, so Greek and gracious, distorted with passion.

I cannot listen to your curved lips saying hideous things to me.

I would sooner ('here a word is indecipherable,' Mr.Carson went on, 'but I will ask the witness')[13]--than have you bitter, unjust, hating....

I must see you soon.

You are the divine thing I want, the thing of genius and beauty; but I don't know how to do it.
Shall I come to Salisbury?
My bill here is L49 for a week.