A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed
Too low they build who build below the skies.
The person of wisdom is the person of years.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."