How Much I Love Every Thing That

And Now I May Dismiss My Heroine To The Sleepless Couch, Which Is The True Heroine's Portion - To A Pillow Strewed With Thorns And Wet With Tears. And Lucky May She Think Herself, If She Get Another Good Night's Rest In The Course Of The Next Three Months.

Let Us Have No Ranting Tragedies. Too Many Charactersnot A Tolerable Woman's Part In The Play.

I Begin Already To Weigh My Words And Sentences More Than I Did, And Am Looking About For A Sentiment, An Illustration, Or A Metaphor In Every Corner Of The Room. Could My Ideas Flow As Fast As The Rain In The Storecloset It Would Be Charming.

Run Mad As Often As You Choose, But Do Not Faint!

I Think Him Every Thing That Is Worthy And Amiable.