Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

A Woman's Counsel Brought Us First To Woe, And Made Her Man His Paradise Forego, Where At Heart's Ease He Liv'd; And Might Have Been As Free From Sorrow As He Was From Sin.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.