And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.