Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.

Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.