What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
By all means use some time to be alone.
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
The soft whispers of the God in man.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.