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This Is The Story Of What A Woman's Patience Can Endure, And What A Man's Resolution Can Achieve.

I Am A Citizen Of The World, And I Have Met, In My Time, With So Many Different Sorts Of Virtue, That I Am Puzzled, In My Old Age, To Say Which Is The Right Sort And Which Is The Wrong.

I Never Paid You A Compliment, Rachel, In My Life. Successful Love May Sometimes Use The Language Of Flattery, I Admit. But Hopeless Love, Dearest, Always Speaks The Truth.

Husbands And Wives Talk Of The Cares Of Matrimony, And Bachelors And Spinsters Bear Them.

The Dull People Decided Years And Years Ago, As Everyone Knows, That Novel-writing Was The Lowest Species Of Literary Exertion, And That Novel Reading Was A Dangerous Luxury And An Utter Waste Of Time.