Prejudices, It Is Well Known, Are Most

Make My Happiness--i Will Make Yours.

Shake Me Off, Then, Sir--push Me Away; For I'll Not Leave You Of My Own Accord.

If Men Could See Us As We Really Are, They Would Be A Little Amazed.

I Doubt If I Have Made The Best Use Of All My Calamities. Soft, Amiable Natures They Would Have Refined To Saintliness; Of Strong, Evil Spirits They Would Have Made Demons; As For Me, I Have Only Been A Woe-struck And Selfish Woman.

To The Dear Eye And Eloquent Tongue, To The Soul Made Of Fire, And The Character That Bends But Does Not Break... I Am Ever Tender And True.