Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

To Withdraw Myself From Myself Has Ever Been My Sole, My Entire, My Sincere Motive In Scribbling At All.

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?