Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.
Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic light fades not more abruptly.
How silent are the winds!
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!