What A Shame, For I Dearly Love

There Is A Monsterous Deal Of Stupid Quizzing, & Common-place Nonsense Talked, But Scarcely Any Wit.

My Heart Is, And Always Will Be, Yours.

Well, My Dear," Said Mr. Bennet, When Elizabeth Had Read The Note Aloud, "if Your Daughter Should Have A Dangerous Fit Of Illness—if She Should Die, It Would Be A Comfort To Know That It Was All In Pursuit Of Mr. Bingley, And Under Your Orders.

At My Time Of Life Opinions Are Tolerably Fixed. It Is Not Likely That I Should Now See Or Hear Anything To Change Them.

The Mere Habit Of Learning To Love Is The Thing; And A Teachableness Of Disposition In A Young Lady Is A Great Blessing