She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!
Poetry is talking on tiptoe.
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!
Heiresses are never jilted.
What a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life!
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.