She Was A Large Woman Who Seemed

If 'hamlet' Had Been Written In These Days It Would Probably Have Been Called 'the Strange Affair At Elsinore.

I'm Youth, I'm Joy, I'm A Little Bird That Has Broken Out Of The Egg.

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.

I Am The Best There Ever Was!

It's A Sort Of Bloom On A Woman. If You Have It, You Don't Need To Have Anything Else, And If You Don't Have It, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else You Have. Some Women, The Few, Have Charm For All; And Most Have Charm For One. But Some Have Charm For None.