No; For Instead Of Delivering Myself Up

No Generous Mind Delights To Oppress The Weak, But Rather To Cherish And Protect.

Preserve Me From Such Cordiality! It Is Like Handling Briar-roses And May-blossoms - Bright Enough To The Eye, And Outwardly Soft To The Touch, But You Know There Are Thorns Beneath, And Every Now And Then You Feel Them Too; And Perhaps Resent The Injury By Crushing Them In Till You Have Destroyed Their Power, Though Somewhat To The Detriment Of Your Own Fingers.

My Soul Is Awakened, My Spirit Is Soaring And Carried Aloft On The Wings Of The Breeze.

God Will Judge Us By Our Own Thoughts And Deeds, Not By What Others Say About Us.

The Brightest Attractions To The Lover Too Often Prove The Husband's Greatest Torments