Marry Me. Marry Me, My Wonderful, Darling

The Stream Is As Good As At First; The Little Rubbish It Collects In The Turnings Is Easily Moved Away.

He Listened To Her With Silent Attention, And On Her Ceasing To Speak, Rose Directly From His Seat, And After Saying In A Voice Of Emotion, 'to Your Sister I Wish All Imaginable Happiness; To Willoughby, That He May Endeavor To Deserve Her,' Took Leave, And Went Away.

Do Not Give Way To Useless Alarm; Though It Is Right To Be Prepared For The Worst, There Is No Occasion To Look On It As Certain.

The Truth Is, That In London It Is Always A Sickly Season. Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

Fraternal Love, Sometimes Almost Every Thing, Is At Others Worse Than Nothing.