There Is No Charm Equal

Oh! Single, My Dear, To Be Sure! A Single Man Of Large Fortune; Four Or Five Thousand A Year. What A Fine Thing For Our Girls!

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

How Little Of Permanent Happiness Could Belong To A Couple Who Were Only Brought Together Because Their Passions Were Stronger Than Their Virtue.

Told Herself Likewise Not To Hope. But It Was Too Late. Hope Had Already Entered.

Were I To Fall In Love, Indeed, It Would Be A Different Thing! But I Never Have Been In Love; It Is Not My Way, Or My Nature; And I Do Not Think I Ever Shall.