What Do You Know Of My Heart?

We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

Indulge Your Imagination In Every Possible Flight.

I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind.

Her Eye Fell Everywhere On Lawns And Plantations Of The Freshest Green; And The Trees, Though Not Fully Clothed, Were In That Delightful State When Farther Beauty Is Known To Be At Hand, And When, While Much Is Actually Given To The Sight, More Yet Remains For The Imagination.

We All Know Him To Be A Proud, Unpleasant Sort Of Man; But This Would Be Nothing If You Really Liked Him.