Always Resignation And Acceptance. Always Prudence And

It Is The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoy It Completely.

Business, You Know, May Bring You Money, But Friendship Hardly Ever Does.

It Does Not Appear To Me That My Hand Is Unworthy Your Acceptance, Or That The Establishment I Can Offer Would Be Any Other Than Highly Desirable.

And To All This She Must Yet Add Something More Substantial, In The Improvement Of Her Mind By Extensive Reading.

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.