There Is No Instinct Like That Of

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away; A Single Laugh Demolish'd The Right Arm Of His Own Country.

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me.

There Is No Passion, More Spectral Or Fantastical Than Hate, Not Even Its Opposite, Love, So Peoples Air, With Phantoms, As This Madness Of The Heart.