Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father

I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion, I Loathe The Country.

Music Alone With Sudden Charms Can Bind The Wand'ring Sense, And Calm The Troubled Mind.

O Ay, Letters - I Had Letters - I Am Persecuted With Letters - I Hate Letters - Nobody Knows How To Write Letters; And Yet One Has 'em, One Does Not Know Why - They Serve One To Pin Up One's Hair.

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

Let Us Be Very Strange And Well-bred:let Us Be As Strange As If We Had Been Married A Great While;and As Well-bred As If We Were Not Married At All.