It was a case of pure madness (for people of the world), just like table-moving and spirit-rapping and the 'hands'! But you, my dear friend, I do earnestly entreat you to consider if you are sure of principles, sentiment--and _of yourself_.

Because, whether you know it or not, you are happily situated _now_ as far as exterior circumstances are concerned.

They are not worth much, but they have their worth.

They give you liberty to follow your own devices, to think the beautiful and feel the noble; to live out, in short, your individual life, which it is so hard to do in marriage, even where you marry worthily.
I say this probably 'as one who beateth the air;' yet you _must_ consider that I who say it, and who say it _emphatically_, consider a happy marriage as the happiest state, and that all pecuniary reasons against love are both ineffectual and _stupid_.
Flippancy, flippancy, of course.

London would be better (for your friends) as a residence for you, than Wittemberg can be; and for that, and no other account, I could be sorry that you did not settle _so_.
Well, never mind! The description sounds excellently; almost over-romantic, though.