A Quiet Conscience Makes One So Serene.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!

Oh, For A Forty-parson Power To Chant Thy Praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, For A Hymn Loud As The Virtues Thou Dost Loudly Vaunt, Not Practise!

I Only Know We Loved In Vain; I Only Feel-farewell! Farewell!

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

A Woman Who Gives Any Advantage To A Man May Expect A Lover - But Will Sooner Or Later Find A Tyrant.