Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.
Order, thou eye of action.
Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.