Certainly Nothing Is Unnatural That Is Not

Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

Here, My Dear Lucy, Hide These Books. Quick, Quick! Fling "peregrine Pickle" Under The Toilette -throw "roderick Random" Into The Closet -put "the Innocent Adultery" Into "the Whole Duty Of Man"; Thrust "lord Aimworth" Under The Sofa! Cram "ovid" Behind The Bolster; There -put "the Man Of Feeling" Into Your Pocket. Now For Them.

There Is Not A Passion So Strongly Rooted In The Human Heart As Envy.

Those That Vow The Most Are The Least Sincere.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.