A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.
God made all pleasures innocent.
Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.
Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?
I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.
Until I truly loved, I was alone.