A Girl's Affections Should Never Be Won

She Left Me, Offended At My Want Of Sympathy, And Thinking, No Doubt, That I Envied Her. I Did Not - At Least, I Firmly Believed I Did Not.

Oh, I Am Very Weary, Though Tears No Longer Flow; My Eyes Are Tired Of Weeping, My Heart Is Sick Of Woe.

Chess-players Are So Unsociable, They Are No Company For Any But Themselves.

What A Fool You Must Be," Said My Head To My Heart, Or My Sterner To My Softer Self.

What The World Stigmatizes As Romantic Is Often More Nearly Allied To The Truth Than Is Commonly Supposed.