A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

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

The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Virtue must shape itself in deed.