Beware How You Give Your Heart.

Your Countenance Perfectly Informs Me That You Were In Company Last Night With The Person, Whom You Think The Most Agreeable In The World, The Person Who Interests You At This Present Time, More Than All The Rest Of The World Put Together.

At First Sight, His Address Is Certainly Not Striking; And His Person Can Hardly Be Called Handsome, Till The Expression Of His Eyes, Which Are Uncommonly Good, And The General Sweetness Of His Countenance, Is Perceived.

I Declare After All There Is No Enjoyment Like Reading! How Much Sooner One Tires Of Any Thing Than Of A Book! -- When I Have A House Of My Own, I Shall Be Miserable If I Have Not An Excellent Library.

Mr. Collins Is A Conceited, Pompous, Narrow-minded, Silly Man; You Know He Is, As Well As I Do; And You Must Feel, As Well As I Do, That The Woman Who Married Him Cannot Have A Proper Way Of Thinking.

I Take No Leave Of You, Miss Bennet: I Send No Compliments To Your Mother. You Deserve No Such Attention. I Am Most Seriously Displeased.