A Light Wind Swept Over The Corn,

But, God Knows Best, I Concluded.

To Wheedle And Coax Is Safer Than To Command.

I Wished To Tell The Truth, For Truth Always Conveys Its Own Moral To Those Who Are Able To Receive It.

I Cannot Love A Man Who Cannot Protect Me.

There's Nothing Like Active Employment, I Suppose, To Console The Afflicted.