Good to forgive, Best to forget.

Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.

Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

But there are times when patience proves at fault.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.