To the dear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break... I am ever tender and true.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

If there is one notion I hate more than another, it is that of marriage - I mean marriage in the vulgar, weak sense, as a mere matter of sentiment.

Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.

I can but die... and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.