One Word From You Shall Silence Me

I Have Been Meditating On The Very Great Pleasure Which A Pair Of Fine Eyes In The Face Of A Pretty Woman Can Bestow.

She Mediated, By Turns, On Broken Promises And Broken Arches, Phaetons And False Hangings, Tilneys And Trap-doors.

Human Nature Is So Well Disposed Towards Those Who Are In Interesting Situations, That A Young Person, Who Either Marries Or Dies, Is Sure Of Being Kindly Spoken Of.

For What Do We Live, But To Make Sport For Our Neighbors And Laugh At Them In Our Turn?

One Has Not Great Hopes From Birmingham. I Always Say There Is Something Direful In The Sound.