Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself--for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.

Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.

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.

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

Order, thou eye of action.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.