To Love Is To Burn,

She Was Sensible And Clever, But Eager In Everything; Her Sorrows, Her Joys, Could Have No Moderation.

It Is Happy For You That You Possess The Talent Of Flattering With Delicacy. May I Ask Whether These Pleasing Attentions Proceed From The Impulse Of The Moment, Or Are They The Result Of Previous Study?

She Hoped To Be Wise And Reasonable In Time; But Alas! Alas! She Must Confess To Herself That She Was Not Wise Yet.

There Could Have Been No Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison

As A Brother, A Landlord, A Master, She Considered How Many People's Happiness Were In His Guardianship! -- How Much Of Pleasure Or Pain It Was In His Power To Bestow! -- How Much Of Good Or Evil Must Be Done By Him!