Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Life is too short for chess.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.