Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.