Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.

Ah! it is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace.

marriage is usually considered the grave, and not the cradle of love.

It may...be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.

I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when my person reflected . . .