Is not poetry the food of love?
Now I must give one smirk and then we may be rational again
Where the wound had been given, there must the cure be found, if any where.
The evening ended with dancing. On its being proposed, Anne offered her services, as usual, and though her eyes would sometimes fill with tears as she sat at the instrument, she was extremely glad to be employed, and desired nothing in return but to be unobserved.
We do not look in great cities for our best morality.
I go too long without picking up a good book, I feel like I've done nothing useful with my life.