And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice.

We encourage one another in mediocrity.

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!

The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.