A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

Behold The Threaden Sails, Borne With The Invisible And Creeping Wind, Draw The Huge Bottoms Through The Furrow'd Sea, Breasting The Lofty Surge

The Bitter Clamor Of Two Eager Tongues.

[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

He That Dies Pays All Debts.