...crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
Mystery has great charms for womanhood.
Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.