I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.

It May Do Good; Pride Hath No Other Glass To Show Itself But Pride, For Supple Knees Feed Arrogance And Are The Proud Man's Fees.

Learning Is But An Adjunct To Ourself, And Where We Are Our Learning Likewise Is.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.