A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
My altars are the mountains and the ocean.