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

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.

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.

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip.

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face.