A Widow's Refusal Of A Lover Is

By My Soul, I Can Neither Eat, Drink, Nor Sleep; Nor, What's Still Worse, Love Any Woman In The World But Her.

We Are All Very Ready To Believe What We Like.

We All Know By Theory That There Is No Permanent Happiness In This Life: But The Weight Of The Precept Is Not Felt In The Same Manner As When It Is Confirmed To Us By A Heavy Calamity.

...for My Master, Bad As I Have Thought Him, Is Not Half So Bad As This Woman.-to Be Sure She Must Be An Atheist!

Women's Eyes Are Wanderers, And Too Often Bring Home Guests That Are Very Troublesome To Them, And Whom, Once Introduced, They Cannot Get Out Of The House.