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A Man Must Have Something To Grumble About; And If He Cant Complain That His Wife Harries Him To Death With Her Perversity And Ill-humour, He Must Complain That She Wears Him Out With Her Kindness And Gentleness.

Chess-players Are So Unsociable, They Are No Company For Any But Themselves.

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

A Light Wind Swept Over The Corn, And All Nature Laughed In The Sunshine.

Because I Imagine There Must Be Only A Very, Very Few Men In The World, That I Should Like To Marry; And Of Those Few, It Is Ten To One I May Never Be Acquainted With One; Or If I Should, It Is Twenty To One He May Not Happen To Be Single, Or To Take A Fancy To Me.