Memory In Youth Is Active And Easily

I Am No Bird And No Net Ensnares Me

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Gazer.

What Delusion Has Come Over Me? What Sweet Madness Has Seized Me?

Of Late Years An Abundant Shower Of Curates Has Fallen Upon The North Of England.

I Can Live Alone, If Self-respect, And Circumstances Require Me So To Do. I Need Not Sell My Soul To Buy Bliss. I Have An Inward Treasure Born With Me, Which Can Keep Me Alive If All Extraneous Delights Should Be Withheld, Or Offered Only At A Price I Cannot Afford To Give.