I don't want to be an evil prophet, but you surely remember these words.

What a wild, careless thing I was! Then a day came, that made a complete revolution in my whole nature." "Did a false love wound you ?" asked Maria modestly.
"No, except the false love of another," replied Henrica bitterly.

"When I was a child this fluttering heart often throbbed more quickly, I don't know how often.

First I felt something more than reverence for the one-eyed chaplain, our music-teacher, and every morning placed fresh flowers on his window, which he never noticed.

Then--I was probably fifteen--I returned the ardent glances of Count Brederode's pretty page.
Once he tried to be tender, and received a blow from my riding-whip.
Next came a handsome young nobleman, who wanted to marry me when I was barely sixteen, but he was even more heavily in debt than my father, so he was sent home.