How Much Sooner One Tires Of Anything

All The World Is Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes.

It Was A Gloomy Prospect, And All That She Could Do Was To Throw A Mist Over It, And Hope When The Mist Cleared Away, She Should See Something Else.

You Were Disgusted With The Women Who Were Always Speaking And Looking, And Thinking For Your Approbation Alone. I Roused, And Interested You, Because I Was So Unlike Them.

It Would Be Most Right, And Most Wise, And, Therefore Must Involve Least Suffering.

Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually Her Best Companions.