Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

A bevy of fair women.

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

Time is the subtle thief of youth.

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

Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.

Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.