Flirting Is A Woman’s Trade, One Must

I Only Want An Easy Mind, Sir; Not Crushed By Crowded Obligations.

I See At Intervals The Glance Of A Curious Sort Of Bird Through The Close Set Bars Of A Cage: A Vivid, Restless, Resolute Captive Is There; Were It But Free, It Would Soar Cloud-high.

You — You Strange — You Almost Unearthly Thing! — I Love As My Own Flesh. You — Poor And Obscure, And Small And Plain As You Are — I Entreat To Accept Me As A Husband.

Oft A Little Morning Rain Foretells A Pleasant Day.

Give Him Enough Rope And He Will Hang Himself.