By sad experience I know what sorrows She must endure, who marries into a family unwilling to receive her.
Before He committed his crimes, He had computed every scruple of their weight; and yet he had committed them. 'Pardon?
An Author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an Animal whom everybody is privileged to attack; For though All are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them.
While in each other's arms entranced They lay, They blessed the night, and curst the coming day. Lee.
Tell me that you will conceal my story, that I shall remain your Friend and your Companion, or this poignard drinks my blood!
You! whom Vanity’s light bark conveys On Fame’s mad voyage by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high! Who pants for glory finds but...
Your boldness confounds me! Shall I conceal your crime, I whom you have deceived by your feigned confession? No, Daughter, no! I will render you a more essential service. I