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.

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

O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.

It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.

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

Let us be very strange and well-bred:Let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while;And as well-bred as if we were not married at all.