Your Will Shall Decide Your Destiny.

I Like Rudeness A Great Deal Better Than Flattery.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.

Shake Me Off, Then, Sir--push Me Away; For I'll Not Leave You Of My Own Accord.

I Like The Spirit Of This Great London Which I Feel Around Me. Who But A Coward Would Pass His Whole Life In Hamlets; And For Ever Abandon His Faculties To The Eating Rust Of Obscurity?

Oh, I Am Not Going To Die, Am I? He Will Not Separate Us, We Have Been So Happy.