Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

Increase of love brings increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure as that will be.

Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them.

Life and hope must cease together.

No generous mind delights to oppress the weak, but rather to cherish and protect.

My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.

I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.