To Wheedle And Coax Is

How Odd It Is That We So Often Weep For Each Other's Distresses, When We Shed Not A Tear For Our Own!

Oh, I Am Very Weary, Though Tears No Longer Flow; My Eyes Are Tired Of Weeping, My Heart Is Sick Of Woe.

What Business Had I To Think So Much Of One That Never Thought Of Me?

He Never Could Have Loved Me, Or He Would Not Have Resigned Me So Willingly

I Began This Book With The Intention Of Concealing Nothing, That Those Who Liked Might Have The Benefit Of Perusing A Fellow Creature's Heart: But We Have Some Thoughts That All The Angels In Heaven Are Welcome To Behold -- But Not Our Brother-men -- Not Even The Best And Kindest Amongst Them.