Flirting Is A Woman’s Trade, One Must

You Never Felt Jealousy, Did You, Miss Eyre? Of Course Not: I Need Not Ask You; Because You Never Felt Love. You Have Both Sentiments Yet To Experience: Your Soul Sleeps; The Shock Is Yet To Be Given Which Shall Waken It.

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.

He Was The First To Recognise Me, And To Love What He Saw.

The Human Heart Has Hidden Treasures, In Secret Kept, In Silence Sealed; The Thoughts, The Hopes, The Dreams, The Pleasures, Whose Charms Were Broken If Revealed.

What Delusion Has Come Over Me? What Sweet Madness Has Seized Me?