Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.

That I Might Live Alone Once With My Gold! O, 'tis A Sweet Companion! Kind And True: A Man May Trust It When His Father Cheats Him, Brother, Or Friend, Or Wife. O Wondrous Pelf! That Which Makes All Men False, Is True Itself.