I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away
He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.