If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When

I Confess Freely To You, I Could Never Look Long Upon A Monkey, Without Very Mortifying Reflections.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.

To Find A Young Fellow That Is Neither A Wit In His Own Eye, Nor A Fool In The Eye Of The World, Is A Very Hard Task.

He That First Cries Out Stop Thief, Is Often He That Has Stolen The Treasure.