Have You Not Love Enough To Bear

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.

O For A Horse With Wings!

Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy. I Were But Little Happy If I Could Say How Much.

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

I Do Profess To Be No Less Than I Seem; To Serve Him Truly That Will Put Me In Trust: To Love Him That Is Honest; To Converse With Him That Is Wise, And Says Little; To Fear Judgment; To Fight When I Cannot Choose; And To Eat No Fish.