Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks,

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.

Better Be With The Dead, Whom We To Gain Our Peace, Have Sent To Peace, Than On The Torture Of The Mind To Lie In Restless Ecstasy.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained