It Was Woman That Taught Me Cruelty,

See Yonder Rock From Which The Fountain Gushes; Is It Less Compact Of Adamant, Though Waters Flow From It? Firm Hearts Have Moister Eyes.

For Deadly Fear Can Time Outgo, And Blanch At Once The Hair.

The Paths Of Virtue, Though Seldom Those Of Worldly Greatness, Are Always Those Of Pleasantness And Peace.

Every Hour Has Its End.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!