I Would Give Worlds, Could I Believe

Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time Or Other, That Words Had All The Relief Of Tears?

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past; What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last? Were It Not Better To Forget, Than But Remember And Regret?

Though Fortune's Wheel Is Generally On The Turn, Sometimes When It Gets Into The Mud, It Sticks There.

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.