Tis This Desire Of Bending

The Loss Of Liberty Which Must Attend Being A Wife Was Of All Things The Most Horrible To My Imagination.

The Words Of Kindness Are More Healing To A Drooping Heart Than Balm Or Honey.

There Appears To Be But Two Grand Master Passions Or Movers In The Human Mind, Namely, Love And Pride. And What Constitutes The Beauty Or Deformity Of A Man's Character Is The Choice He Makes Under Which Banner He Determines To Enlist Himself. But There Is A Strong Distinction Between Different Degress In The Same Thing And A Mixture Of Two Contraries.

I Was Condemned To Be Beheaded, Or Burnt, As The King Pleased; And He Was Graciously Pleased, From The Great Remains Of His Love, To Choose The Mildest Sentence.

I Endeavor Not To Conceal That I Believe There Is A Great Mixture Of Desire In The Passion Which Is Called Love--or Rather, Without Any Far-fetched Strain On Words, It May Be Called The Companion Of Love.