If This Be Not Love,

O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss And Tell.

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

He Who Closes His Ears To The Views Of Others Shows Little Confidence In The Integrity Of His Own Views.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.