She Denied None Of It

I Have Been Used To Consider Poetry As "the Food Of Love" Said Darcy. "of A Fine, Stout, Healthy Love It May. Everything Nourishes What Is Strong Already. But If It Be Only A Slight, Thin Sort Of Inclination, I Am Convinced That One Good Sonnet Will Starve It Entirely Away.

I Certainly Will Not Persuade Myself To Feel More Than I Do. I Am Quite Enough In Love. I Should Be Sorry To Be More

Mary Wished To Say Something Very Sensible, But Knew Not How.

Unjust I May Have Been, Weak And Resentful I Have Been, But Never Inconstant.

Nothing Is More Deceitful Than The Appearance Of Humility.