Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.
Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.
Steady of heart and stout of hand.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.
Mystery has great charms for womanhood.