For You Know That I Myself Am

The Gentleman Had Also A Young Daughter, Of Rare Goodness And Sweetness Of Temper, Which She Took From Her Mother, Who Was The Best Creature In The World.

The Less There Is Of Eloquence, The More There Is Of Love.

Charm Is The True Gift Of The Fairies.

After A Hundred Years The Son Of The King Then Reigning, Who Was Of Another Family From That Of The Sleeping Princess, Was A-hunting On That Side Of The Country, And He Asked What Those Towers Were Which He Saw In The Middle Of A Great Thick Wood.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Widow Who Had Two Daughters. The Elder Was So Much Like Her, Both In Looks And Character, That Whoever Saw The Daughter Saw The Mother.