It Is Against Womanhood To Be Forward

Sweet Food Of Sweetly Uttered Knowledge.

We Become Willing Servants To The Good By The Bonds Their Virtues Lay Upon Us.

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.

Vice Is But A Nurse Of Agonies.

All Is But Lip-wisdom Which Wants Experience.