They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.