She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.

These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into wife.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.