Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.
When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.
To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.
I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.
come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last
Mystery has great charms for womanhood.