There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where

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

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

Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice Than Death To True Courage.

As Well The Soldier Dieth Who Standeth Still As He That Gives The Bravest Onset.

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His