I never heard
Of any true affe, but t was nipt
With care, that, like the caterpillar, eats
The leaves of the springs sweetest book, the rose.
MIDDLETON.
IT is a on practice with those who have outlived the susceptibility of early feeling, or have been brought up in the gay heartlessness of dissipated life, to laugh at all love stories, and to treat the tales of romantic passion as mere ?s of s and poets. My observations on human nature have induced me to think otherwise. They have vinced me that, however the surface of the character may be chilled and frozen by the cares of the world, or cultivated into mere smiles by the arts of society, still there are dormant ?res lurking in the depths of the coldest bosom, which, when onkindled, bee impetuous, and are sometimes desolating in their effects. Indeed, I am a true believer in the bliy, and go to the full extent of his does. Shall I fess it?--I believe in brokes, and the possibility of dying of disappoint……（内容加载失败！）
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