Date: 1796

"His ruling passion was hunting, which he had brought himself to consider as a serious occupation; and, when talking over some remarkable chace, he treated the subject with as much gravity as it had been a battle on which the fate of two kingdoms was depending."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"For me, whose heart was unoccupied, and who grieved at the void, to see her and to love her were the same."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"Ah! Don Alphonso, I have long perceived to whom your attentions were directed, but till now I perceived not the impression which they made upon my heart."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"These considerations somewhat lightened my inquietude upon her account; but the impression left upon my mind by my nocturnal visitor, grew stronger with every succeeding moment."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"Theodore perceived well enough that something preyed upon my mind; but as I concealed the cause of my grief even from him, respect would not permit him to pry into my secrets."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"She was then too young to regret the pleasures of which her profession deprived her: but no sooner did her warm and voluptuous character begin to be developed, than she abandoned herself freely to the impulse of her passions, and seized the first opportunity to procure their gratification."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"I suffered not my grief at this circumstance to take root in my mind."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"Then banish from your mind the idea of our being ever united."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"Wouldst thou again with amorous rage
Inflame my bosom? Steeled by age, Vain boy, to pierce my breast thine arrows are too weak."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"I have not yet forgot the pains / I felt, while bound in Julia's chains: / The ardent flames with which my bosom burned; / The nights I passed deprived of rest; / The jealous pangs which racked my breast; / My disappointed hopes, and passion unreturned."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)