Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.

No praying, it spoils business.

Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.

Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.