I Have Never Yet Known What It

It Is Happy For You That You Possess The Talent Of Flattering With Delicacy. May I Ask Whether These Pleasing Attentions Proceed From The Impulse Of The Moment, Or Are They The Result Of Previous Study?

Pray, Pray Be Composed, And Do Not Betray What You Feel To Every Body Present

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever.

Here I Have Opportunity Enough For The Exercise Of My Talent, As The Chief Of My Time Is Spent In Conversation.