I am all astonishment.
My good opinion once lost is lost forever.
Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.
I have changed my mind, and changed the trimmings of my cap this morning; they are now such as you suggested.
Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.
I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being always approachable.