'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.

The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.