O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

These Articles Subscribed, If I Continue To Endure You A Little Longer, I May By Degrees Dwindle Into Wife.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.