There Is Such A Thing As Looking

When I Tell You Not To Marry Without Love, I Do Not Advise You To Marry For Love Alone: There Are Many, Many Other Things To Be Considered. Keep Both Heart And Hand In Your Own Possession, Till You See Good Reason To Part With Them; And If Such An Occasion Should Never Present Itself, Comfort Your Mind With This Reflection, That Though In Single Life Your Joys May Not Be Very Many, Your Sorrows, At Least, Will Not Be More Than You Can Bear. Marriage May Change Your Circumstances For The Better, But, In My Private Opinion, It Is Far More Likely To Produce A Contrary Result.

It Is A Hard, Embittering Thing To Have One's Kind Feelings And Good Intentions Cast Back In One's Teeth.

I Love The Silent Hour Of Night, For Blissful Dreams May Then Arise, Revealing To My Charmed Sight What May Not Bless My Waking Eyes.

But As The Priceless Treasure Too Frequently Hides At The Bottom Of Well, It Needs Some Courage To Dive For It, Especially As He That Does So Will Be Likely To Incur More Scorn And Obloquy For The Mud And Water Into Which He Has Ventured To Plunge, Than Thanks For The Jewel He Procures; As Like In Manner, She Who Undertakes The Cleansing Of A Careless Bachelor's Apartment Will Be Liable To More Abuse For The Dust She Raises Than Commendation For The Clearance She Effects.

You Need Not Fear Me, For I Not Only Should Think It Wrong To Marry A Man That Was Deficient In Sense Or In Principle, But I Should Never Be Tempted To Do It; For I Could Not Like Him, If He Were Ever So Handsome, And Ever So Charming, In Other Respects; I Should Hate Him—despise Him—pity Him—anything But Love Him. My Affections Not Only Ought To Be Founded On Approbation, But They Will And Must Be So: For, Without Approving, I Cannot Love. It Is Needless To Say, I Ought To Be Able To Respect And Honour The Man I Marry, As Well As Love Him, For I Cannot Love Him Without.