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.

Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.

Time elaborately thrown away.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.