Eternity forbids thee to forget.

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!