"These afflictions are hard to bear, it is true; but somehow they are got over.

Just as if your horse should fling you in the midst of a hedge when you are making a flying leap, you get scratched and bruised, but you scramble out, and in a day or two are on your legs again.

Love breaks no bones, that's one comfort.
When at your age, I was desperately in love, not with Mistress Nicholas Assheton--Heaven help the fond soul! but with--never mind with whom; but it was not a very prudent match, and so, in my worldly wisdom, I was obliged to cry off.

A sad business it was.

I thought I should have died of it, and I made quite sure that the devoted girl would die first, in which case we were to occupy the same grave.