Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored Up In Books.

I Will Not Allow My Daughters To Learn Foreign Languages Because One Tongue Is Sufficient For A Woman.

Can Any Mortal Mixture Of Earth's Mould Breathe Such Divine Enchanting Ravishment?

As Children Gath'ring Pebbles On The Shore. Or If I Would Delight My Private Hours With Music Or With Poem, Where So Soon As In Our Native Language Can I Find That Solace?

To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or Suffering.