Music Has Charms To Sooth

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.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.

These Articles Subscribed, If I Continue To Endure You A Little Longer, I May By Degrees Dwindle Into Wife.

I Hope You Do Not Think Me Prone To Any Iteration Of Nuptials.

Every Man Plays The Fool Once In His Live, But To Marry Is Playing The Fool All One's Life Long.