They Are Much To Be Pitied Who

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever. I Offer Myself To You Again With A Heart Even More Your Own Than When You Almost Broke It, Eight And A Half Years Ago. Dare Not Say That A Man Forgets Sooner Than Woman, That His Love Has An Earlier Death. I Have Loved None But You. Unjust I May Have Been, Weak And Resentful I Have Been, But Never Inconstant.

Loss Of Virtue In A Female Is Irretrievable; That One False Step Involves Her In Endless Ruin; That Her Reputation Is No Less Brittle Than It Is Beautiful; And That She Cannot Be Too Much Guarded In Her Behaviour Towards The Undeserving Of The Other Sex.

I Wrote Without Much Effort; For I Was Rich, And The Rich Are Always Respectable, Whatever Be Their Style Of Writing.

He May Live In My Memory As The Most Amiable Man Of My Acquaintance.

Better Be Without Sense Than Misapply It As You Do.