Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
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.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.