Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

She Felt That She Could So Much More Depend Upon The Sincerity Of Those Who Sometimes Looked Or Said A Careless Or A Hasty Thing, Than Of Those Whose Presence Of Mind Never Varied, Whose Tongue Never Slipped.

Oh! You Are A Great Deal Too Apt, You Know, To Like People In General. You Never See Fault In Any Body. All The World Are Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes. I Never Heard You Speak Ill Of A Human Being In My Life." "i Would Wish Not To Be Hasty In Censuring Any One; But I Always Speak What I Think.

One Half Of Her Should Not Be Always So Much Wiser Than The Other Half.

And Now I May Dismiss My Heroine To The Sleepless Couch, Which Is The True Heroine's Portion - To A Pillow Strewed With Thorns And Wet With Tears. And Lucky May She Think Herself, If She Get Another Good Night's Rest In The Course Of The Next Three Months.

Life Could Do Nothing For Her, Beyond Giving Time For A Better Preparation For Death.