A Woman's Heart Is Such

There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed Sacrifice.

The Weariest Night, The Longest Day, Sooner Or Later Must Perforce Come To An End.

Sink Me! Your Taylors Have Betrayed You! T'wood Serve You Better To Send Them To Madam Guillotine

The Sound Of Distant Breakers Made Her Heart Ache With Melancholy. She Was In The Mood When The Sea Has A Saddening Effect Upon The Nerves. It Is Only When We Are Very Happy That We Can Bear To Gaze Merrily Upon The Vast And Limitless Expanse Of Water, Rolling On And On With Such Persistent, Irritating Monotony To The Accompaniment Of Our Thoughts, Whether Grave Or Gay. When They Are Gay, The Waves Echo Their Gaiety; But When They Are Sad, Then Every Breaker, As It Rolls, Seems To Bring Additional Sadness And To Speak To Us Of Hopelessness And Of The Pettiness Of All Our Joys.

I Take It, Sir, That You Do Not Approve Of Our New Society." "approval, Sir, In My Opinion, Demands The Attainment Of Perfection. And In That Sense, You Rather Overrate The Charms Of Your Society. I'faith, For One Thing, It Does Seem Monstrous Ill-dressed For Any Society, Even A New One.