She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life,

O Pusillanimous Heart, Be Comforted And, Like A Cheerful Traveller, Take The Road Singing Beside The Hedge.

With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To Deep Wells In This World!

For 'tis Not In Mere Death That Men Die Most.

In Your Patience Ye Are Strong.

I Would Not Be A Rose Upon The Wall A Queen Might Stop At, Near The Palace-door, To Say To A Courtier, "pluck That Rose For Me, It's Prettier Than The Rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd Rather Far Be Trodden By His Foot, Than Lie In A Great Queen's Bosom.