Jane Austen
- Pride and Prejudice
If I could love a man who would love me enough to take me for a mere fifty pounds a year, I should be very well pleased. However, such a man could hardly be sensible and I could never love a man who was out of his wits.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
- The Lady of Shalott
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down on Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be And so she weaveth steadily And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
