Few sometimes may know, when thousands err. >>
Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all i >>
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melanchol >>
Never take a wife till thou hast a house (and a fire) to put her in. >>
When I think of a merry, happy, free young girl -- and look at the ail >>
Marry a mountain girl and you marry the whole mountain. >>
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.