What Business Had I To Think So

I Would Rather Have Your Friendship Than The Love Of Any Other Woman In The World.

When A Lady Condescends To Apologise, There Is No Keeping One’s Anger.

How Odd It Is That We So Often Weep For Each Other's Distresses, When We Shed Not A Tear For Our Own!

Adieu! But Let Me Cherish, Still, The Hope With Which I Cannot Part. Contempt May Wound, And Coldness Chill, But Still It Lingers In My Heart. And Who Can Tell But Heaven, At Last, May Answer All My Thousand Prayers, And Bid The Future Pay The Past With Joy For Anguish, Smiles For Tears?

No One Can Be Happy In Eternal Solitude.