Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life. >>
Sincerity may be humble, but she cannot be servile. >>
For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, an >>
One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah! at hearing one has go >>
We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that >>
No legacy is so rich as honestly. >>
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.