Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.

Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.

And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!

But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all.

Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.