Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.

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.

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

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

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.