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.
She who means no mischief does it all.
Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.