This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
Life is short, yet sweet.
Experience, travel - these are an education in themselves.
Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.