There Are Like To Be

No Woman Dresses Below Herself From Mere Caprice.

When I Am Not Walking, I Am Reading. I Cannot Sit And Think.

A Garden Was The Primitive Prison, Till Man With Promethean Felicity And Boldness, Luckily Sinned Himself Out Of It.

How I Like To Be Liked, And What I Do To Be Liked!

I Have Passed All My Days In London, Until I Have Formed As Many And Intense Local Attachments As Any Of You Mountaineers Can Have Done With Dead Nature.