Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.
Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.
Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.
Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.
Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.
Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors!
Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.
An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.
It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.
No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.
Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart To Love And In That Heart Courage To Make Love Known?