To Love Is To Burn,

There Were Several Battles Between The Yorkists And The Lancastrians, In Which The Former (as They Ought) Usually Won.

Upon The Whole, Therefore, She Found, What Has Been Sometimes Found Before, That An Event To Which She Had Looked Forward With Impatient Desire, Did Not In Taking Place, Bring All The Satisfaction She Had Promised Herself. It Was Consequently Necessary To Name Some Other Period For The Commencement Of Actual Felicity; To Have Some Other Point On Which Her Wishes And Hopes Might Be Fixed, And By Again Enjoying The Pleasure Of Anticipation, Console Herself For The Present, And Prepare For Another Disappointment.

Without Thinking Highly Either Of Men Or Of Matrimony, Marriage Had Always Been Her Object; It Was The Only Honourable Provision For Well-educated Young Women Of Small Fortune, And However Uncertain Of Giving Happiness, Must Be Their Pleasantest Preservative From Want.

My Dear Mr. Bennet," Said His Lady To Him One Day, "have You Heard That Netherfield Park Is Let At Last?

Ah, Mother! How Do You Do?' Said He, Giving Her A Hearty Shake Of The Hand; 'where Did You Get That Quiz Of A Hat? It Makes You Look Like An Old Witch...' On His Two Younger Sisters He Then Bestowed An Equal Portion Of His Fraternal Tenderness, For He Asked Each Of Them How They Did, And Observed That They Both Looked Very Ugly.