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She Hoped To Be Wise And Reasonable In Time; But Alas! Alas! She Must Confess To Herself That She Was Not Wise Yet.

It Was For The Sake Of What Had Been, Rather Than What Was.

We Are All Fools In Love.

Sir Walter Elliot, Of Kellynch-hall, In Somersetshire, Was A Man Who, For His Own Amusement, Never Took Up Any Book But The Barontage; There He Found Occupation For An Idle Hour, And Consolation In A Distressed One; . . .

To Be Sure You Know No Actual Good Of Me, But Nobody Thinks Of That When They Fall In Love.