Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.

Reason is also choice.

Freely we serve, because freely we love.

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

The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength.