In All The Silent Manliness Of Grief.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.

Honour Sinks Where Commerce Long Prevails.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

This Is That Eloquence The Ancients Represented As Lightning, Bearing Down Every Opposer; This The Power Which Has Turned Whole Assemblies Into Astonishment, Admiration And Awe- - That Is Described By The Torrent, The Flame, And Every Other Instance Of Irresistible Impetuosity.