Where Grows?--where Grows It Not? If Vain

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.

The Cabinets Of The Sick And The Closets Of The Dead Have Been Ransacked To Publish Private Letters And Divulge To All Mankind The Most Secret Sentiments Of Friendship.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

Here Am I, Dying Of A Hundred Good Symptoms.

Most Women Have No Characters At All.