Last Edit: Dec 30, 2004 0:30:21 GMT -5 by Sensiblyquirky
"I suppose your love will effervesce in 6 months or less. I have observed in books written by men, that period assigned as the furthest to which a husband's ardour extends...as a friend and companion, I hope never to become distasteful to my dear Master"
"I think I shall like you again, and yet again; and I will make you confess I do not only like, but love you with truth, fervour, constancy."
