Have A Little Compassion On

Woman Is Fine For Her Own Satisfaction Alone. No Man Will Admire Her The More, No Woman Will Like Her The Better For It. Neatness And Fashion Are Enough For The Former, And A Something Of Shabbiness Or Impropriety Will Be Most Endearing To The Latter.

What A Shame, For I Dearly Love To Laugh.

Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

Lady Sondes' Match Surprises, But Does Not Offend Me; Had Her First Marriage Been Of Affection, Or Had Their Been A Grown-updaughter, I Should Not Have Forgiven Her; But I Consider Everybody As Having A Right To Marry Once In Their Lives For Love, If They Can.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever.