To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

Truth never was indebted to a lie

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.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

The soft whispers of the God in man.