On The Wings Of Fancy,

[t]he Judicious Reader Ought To Know What The Chief Character In Any Work Of The Imagination Will Naturally Perform, According To The Situation He Is Thrown Into, As Well As Doth The Author Himself.

Flattery In Courtship Is The Highest Insolence, For Whilst It Pretends To Bestow On You More Than You Deserve, It Is Watching An Opportunity To Take From You What You Really Have.

Agreeable Then To My Present Inclination, I Formed The Object Of My Own Worship, Which Was No Other Than My Own Understanding.

What I Mean By Love ... Is This. A Sympathetic Liking--excited By Fancy, Directed By Judgment--and To Which Is Joined Also A Most Sincere Desire Of The Good And Happiness Of Its Object.

Little Miss Is Taught By Her Mamma That She Must Never Speak Before She Is Spoken To. On This She Sits Bridling Up Her Head, Looking From One To The Other, In Hopes Of Being Called To And Addressed By The Name Of Pretty Miss.... But If This Should Not Happen And No One Should Take Any Notice Of Her, She Is Ready To Cry At The Neglect. But Should There Be Another Miss In The Room Caressed And Taken Notice Of Whilst She Is Thus Overlooked, It Will Be Impossible For Her To Contain Her Tears, And Blubbering Is The Word.