A Silent Address Is The Genuine Eloquence

We Sometimes Had Those Little Rubs Which Providence Sends To Enhance The Value Of Its Favors.

But Me, Not Destined Such Delights To Share, My Prime Of Life In Wandering Spent And Care; Impell'd, With Steps Unceasing, To Pursue Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View That, Like The Circle Bounding Earth And Skies, Allures From Far, Yet, As I Follow, Flies; My Fortune Leads To Traverse Reams Alone, And Find No Spot Of All The World My Own.

They Say Women And Music Should Never Be Dated.

As Ten Millions Of Circles Can Never Make A Square, So The United Voice Of Myriads Cannot Lend The Smallest Foundation To Falsehood.

It Seemed To Me Pretty Plain, That They Had More Of Love Than Matrimony In Them.