Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

'Mr. Thomas Traddles's respectful friend and suppliant, ¡¡¡¡ 'EMMA MICAWBER.' ¡¡¡¡ 'What do you think of that letter?' said Traddles, casting his eyes upon me, when I had read it twice. 'What do you think of the other?' said I. For he was still reading it with knitted brows. ¡¡¡¡'I think that the two together, Copperfield,' replied Traddles, 'mean more than Mr. and Mrs. Micawber usually mean in their correspondence - but I don't know what. They are both written in good faith, I have no doubt, and without any collusion. Poor thing!' he was now alluding to Mrs. Micawber's letter, and we were standing side by side comparing the two;
'it will be a charity to write to her, at all events, and tell her that we will not fail to see Mr. MicawberI acceded to this the more readily, because I now reproached myself with having treated her former letter rather lightly. It had set me thinking a good deal at the time, as I have mentioned in its place; but my absorption in my own affairs, my experience of the family, and my hearing nothing more, had gradually ended in my dismissing the subject. I had often thought of the Micawbers, but chiefly to wonder what 'pecuniary liabilities' they were establishing in Canterbury, and to recall how shy Mr. Micawber was of me when he became clerk to Uriah Heep.