Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly,

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

She, Though In Full-blown Flower Of Glorious Beauty, Grows Cold Even In The Summer Of Her Age.

Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today: Be Fair Or Foul Or Rain Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed In Spite Of Fate Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However Great.

No King Nor Nation One Moment Can Retard The Appointed Hour.