A Report Of A Most Alarming Nature

For He Is Such A Disagreeable Man, That It Would Be Quite A Misfortune To Be Liked By Him.

I Will Not Allow It To Be More Man's Nature Than Woman's To Be Inconstant.

And Have You Never Known The Pleasure And Triumph Of A Lucky Guess? I Pity You. I Thought You Cleverer; For Depend Upon It, A Lucky Guess Is Never Merely Luck. There Is Always Some Talent In It.

Dare Not Say That Man Forgets Sooner Than Woman, That His Love Has An Earlier Death. I Have Loved None But You.

How Clever You Are, To Know Something Of Which You Are Ignorant.