Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.

I Am Ashamed Of Confessing That I Have Nothing To Confess.

But Authors Before They Write Should Read.

No Man Is In Love When He Marries. He May Have Loved Before; I Have Even Heard He Has Sometimes Loved After: But At The Time Never. There Is Something In The Formalities Of The Matrimonial Preparations That Drive Away All The Little Cupidons.

I Cannot Be Much Pleased Without An Appearance Of Truth; At Least Of Possibility I Wish The History To Be Natural Though The Sentiments Are Refined; And The Characters To Be Probable, Though Their Behaviour Is Excelling

Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.