Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.

Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.

The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.

First, then, a woman will, or won't, - depend on't; If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on't. But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.

Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.