Sin Is The Mother, And Shame The

Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time, Giveth Wings.

There Is No Dearth Of Charity In The World In Giving, But There Is Comparatively Little Exercised In Thinking And Speaking.

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

Misery And Misfortune Is All One; And Of Misfortune Fortune Hath Only The Gift.

Lovely Sweetness Is The Noblest Power Of Woman, And Is Far Fitter To Prevail By Parley Than By Battle.