Now, it is well known, that a man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach either of real good breeding or of good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute point of fashionable etiquette.

But with morning cool repentance came.

...crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.

Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly; It liveth not in fierce desire.

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.