He Is My First Olive:

Man, Through All Ages Of Revolving Time, Unchanging Man, In Every Varying Clime, Deems His Own Land Of Every Land The Pride, Beloved By Heaven O'er All The World Beside; Home, The Spot Of Earth Supremely Blest, A Dearer, Sweeter Spot Than All The Rest.

He Loved Her, And Would Love Her; And Defy Her, And This Miserable Bodily Pain.

I Could Wish There Were A God, If It Were Only To Ask Him To Bless Thee.

I Would Not Trust A Mouse To A Woman If A Man's Judgment Could Be Had.

Anticipation Was The Soul Of Enjoyment.