Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

All Heiresses Are Beautiful.

Nor Is The People's Judgment Always True: The Most May Err As Grossly As The Few.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.