When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was

An Aspersion Upon My Parts Of Speech!

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

The Quarrel Is A Very Pretty Quarrel As It Stands - We Should Only Spoil It By Trying To Explain It.

It Is By Women That Nature Writes On The Hearts Of Men.

Death's A Debt; His Mandamus Binds All Alike- No Bail, No Demurrer.