Where The Waters Do Agree,

We Must Consider What Miss. Fairfax Quits, Before We Condemn Her Taste For What She Goes To.

She Was One Of Those, Who, Having, Once Begun, Would Be Always In Love.

It Is The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoy It Completely.

Dearest, Loveliest Elizabeth! What Do I Not Owe You! You Taught Me A Lesson, Hard Indeed At First, But Most Advantageous. By You, I Was Properly Humbled.

Were I To Fall In Love, Indeed, It Would Be A Different Thing! But I Never Have Been In Love; It Is Not My Way, Or My Nature; And I Do Not Think I Ever Shall.