In Poor Rosamond's Mind There

I Shall Be So Glad If You Will Tell Me What To Read. I Have Been Looking Into All The Books In The Library At Offendene, But There Is Nothing Readable. The Leaves All Stick Together And Smell Musty. I Wish I Could Write Books To Amuse Myself, As You Can! How Delightful It Must Be To Write Books After One's Own Taste Instead Of Reading Other People's! Home-made Books Must Be So Nice.

Each Thought Is A Nail That Is Driven In Structures That Cannot Decay; And The Mansion At Last Will Be Given To Us As We Build It Each Day.

Inclination Snatches Arguments To Make Indulgence Seem Judicious Choice.

A Man's A Man. But When You See A King, You See The Work Of Many Thousand Men.

I Love Not To Be Choked With Other Men's Thoughts.