How Much I Love Every Thing That

It Was For The Sake Of What Had Been, Rather Than What Was.

You Have Delighted Us Long Enough.

A Man Who Has Nothing To Do With His Own Time Has No Conscience In His Intrusion On That Of Others.

At First Sight, His Address Is Certainly Not Striking; And His Person Can Hardly Be Called Handsome, Till The Expression Of His Eyes, Which Are Uncommonly Good, And The General Sweetness Of His Countenance, Is Perceived.

You Deserve A Longer Letter Than This; But It Is My Unhappy Fate Seldom To Treat People So Well As They Deserve.