Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For

I Find You Want Me To Furnish You With Argument And Intellects Too. No, Sir, These, I Protest You, Are Too Hard For Me.

Thus 'tis With All; Their Chief And Constant Care Is To Seem Everything But What They Are.

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

Fancy Restrained May Be Compared To A Fountain, Which Plays Highest By Diminishing The Aperture.

In My Time, The Follies Of The Town Crept Slowly Among Us, But Now They Travel Faster Than A Stagecoach.