Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

But What Is Past My Help Is Past My Care.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.

Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.