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No-thing Less Splendid Than A Golden Sepulchre Would Have Suited So Noble A Heart.

Nothing Is So Indecent That It Cannot Be Said To Another Person If The Proper Words Are Used To Convey It.

My Mind Is Wholly Possessed By Love, Who Rules Every Part There Of, In Virtue Of His All-embracing Deity.

Much Is Required Of Those Who Are Happy, Especially If They Have Needed Comforting In The Past, And Have Received It.

Although Love Dwells In Gorgeous Palaces, And Sumptuous Apartments, More Willingly Than In Miserable And Desolate Cottages, It Cannot Be Denied But That He Sometimes Causes His Power To Be Felt In The Gloomy Recesses Of Forests, Among The Most Bleak And Rugged Mountains, And In The Dreary Caves Of A Desert.