Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing.

Self-love For Ever Creeps Out, Like A Snake, To Sting Anything Which Happens To Stumble Upon It.

I Have Always Believed That All Things Depended Upon Fortune, And Nothing Upon Ourselves.

A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

Tis Not On Youth's Smooth Cheek The Blush Alone, Which Fades So Fast, But The Tender Bloom Of Heart Is Gone, Ere Youth Itself Be Past.

A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An Hour!