Of Course Poets Have Morals And Manners

And At Home By The Fire, Whenever You Look Up There I Shall Be— And Whenever I Look Up, There Will Be You. -gabriel Oak

You Don't Talk Quite Like A Girl Who Has Had No Advantages.

I Wish I Had Never Been Born--there Or Anywhere Else.

If We Be Doomed To Marry, We Marry; If We Be Doomed To Remain Single We Do.

It Was Still Early, And The Sun's Lower Limb Was Just Free Of The Hill, His Rays, Ungenial And Peering, Addressed The Eye Rather Than The Touch As Yet.