she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.

Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.

There certainly was some great mismanagement in the education of those two young men. One has got all the goodness, and the other all the appearance of it.

I have changed my mind, and changed the trimmings of my cap this morning; they are now such as you suggested.

One half of her should not be always so much wiser than the other half.

This was a lucky recollection -- it saved her from something like regret.

My Emma, does not every thing serve to prove more and more the beauty of truth and sincerity in all our dealings with each other?