If Young Women Were Not Deceived Into

Wit Is Often Its Own Worst Enemy.

A Love-match Was The Only Thing For Happiness, Where The Parties Could Any Way Afford It.

Love Occupies A Vast Space In A Woman's Thoughts, But Fills A Small Portion In A Man's Life.

When One Illusion Vanishes, Another Shall Appear, And, Still Leading Me Forward Towards An Horizon That Retreats As I Advance, The Happy Prospect Of Futurity Shall Vanish Only With My Existence.

Artificial Manners Vanish The Moment The Natural Passions Are Touched.