From Politics It Was An Easy Step

Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen, And Waste Its Fragrance On The Desert Air.

This Sweetest And Best Of All Creatures, Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.

I Can Always Live By My Pen.

Were I To Fall In Love, Indeed, It Would Be A Different Thing! But I Never Have Been In Love; It Is Not My Way, Or My Nature; And I Do Not Think I Ever Shall.

A Scheme Of Which Every Part Promises Delight, Can Never Be Successful; And General Disappointment Is Only Warded Off By The Defence Of Some Little Peculiar Vexation.