Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces

She Is Loveliness Itself.

I May Have Lost My Heart, But Not My Self-control.

...i Will Not Allow Books To Prove Any Thing." "but How Shall We Prove Any Thing?" "we Never Shall.

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.

It Is Not Every Man's Fate To Marry The Woman Who Loves Him Best