She who means no mischief does it all.
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
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.