Nothing is to me more distasteful than that entire — Charles Lamb
Nothing is to me more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new-married couple,—in that of the lady particularly; it tells you that her lot is disposed of in this world; that you can have no hopes of her.
More by Charles Lamb
How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family’s eye?
Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
’TIS THE PRIVILEGE OF FRIENDSHIP TO TALK NONSENSE, AND TO HAVE HER NONSENSE RESPECTED.
You look wise. Pray correct that error.
