Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.