Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

I Am Never Long, Even In The Society Of Her I Love, Without Yearning For The Company Of My Lamp And My Library.

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.