It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
To have joy, one must share it.
The best prophet of the future is the past.
Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!