What A Shame, For I Dearly Love

I Certainly Must,' Said She. 'this Sensation Of Listlessness, Weariness, Stupidity, This Disinclination To Sit Down And Employ Myself, This Feeling Of Everything's Being Dull And Insipid About The House! I Must Be In Love; I Should Be The Oddest Creature In The World If I Were Not.

Goldsmith Tells Us, That When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, She Has Nothing To Do But To Die; And When She Stoops To Be Disagreeable, It Is Equally To Be Recommended As A Clearer Of Ill-fame.

Let No One Presume To Give The Feelings Of A Young Woman On Receiving The Assurance Of That Affection Of Which She Has Scarcely Allowed Herself To Entertain A Hope.

I Certainly Will Not Persuade Myself To Feel More Than I Do. I Am Quite Enough In Love. I Should Be Sorry To Be More

A Very Short Trial Convinced Her That A Curricle Was The Prettiest Equipage In The World.