No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.

Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

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

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.