No Coward Soul Is Mine,

You Know That I Could As Soon Forget You As My Existence!

Your Presence Is A Moral Poison That Would Contaminate The Most Virtuous

If He Loved With All The Powers Of His Puny Being, He Couldn't Love As Much In Eighty Years As I Could In A Day.

He Had Been Content With Daily Labour And Rough Animal Enjoyments, 'till Catherine Crossed His Path. Shame At Her Scorn, And Hope Of Her Approval, Were His First Prompts To Higher Pursuits; And, Instead Of Guarding Him From One And Winning Him To The Other, His Endeavors To Raise Himself Had Produced Just The Contrary Result.

I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking Pleasure In Society, Be It Country Or Town.