Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.

Mystery has great charms for womanhood.

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.

Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

Those who follow the banners oreason are like the well-disciplined battalions which, wearing a more sober uniform and making a less dazzling show than the light troops commanded by imagination, enjoy more safety, and even more honor, in the conflicts ohuman life.

Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.