Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

They Are Much To Be Pitied Who Have Not Been Given A Taste For Nature Early In Life.

Oh! Single, My Dear, To Be Sure! A Single Man Of Large Fortune; Four Or Five Thousand A Year. What A Fine Thing For Our Girls!

Those Who Have Not More Must Be Satisfied With What They Have.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope...i Have Loved None But You.

I Have No Pretensions Whatever To That Kind Of Elegance Which Consists In Tormenting A Respectable Man.