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What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

She Told Her, While She Kept It, 'twould Make Her Amiable And Subdue My Father Entirely To Her Love, But If She Lost It Or Made A Gift Of It, My Father's Eye Should Hold Her Loathed And His Spirits Should Hunt After New Fancies.

O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can Read A Woman? Is There More?

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe