Women Are Like Tricks By Sleight Of

Fear Comes From Uncertainty. When We Are Absolutely Certain, Whether Of Our Worth Or Worthlessness, We Are Almost Impervious To Fear.

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.

I Find We Are Growing Serious, And Then We Are In Great Danger Of Being Dull.

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.