I Have Fled My Country And Gone

May You Not Rest, As Long As I Am Living. You Said I Killed You - Haunt Me, Then.

He Might As Well Plant An Oak In A Flowerpot, And Expect It To Thrive, As Imagine He Can Restore Her To Vigour In The Soil Of His Shallow Cares!

He Had Been Content With Daily Labour And Rough Animal Enjoyments, 'till Catherine Crossed His Path. Shame At Her Scorn, And Hope Of Her Approval, Were His First Prompts To Higher Pursuits; And, Instead Of Guarding Him From One And Winning Him To The Other, His Endeavors To Raise Himself Had Produced Just The Contrary Result.

You Must Forgive Me, For I Struggled Only For You.

I Understand That Most Ladies Tend To Prefer Lap Dogs.... Perhaps I Am An Exception.