A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.