Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

All Tragedies Are Finished By A Death, All Comedies Are Ended By A Marriage.

Scion Of Chiefs And Monarchs, Where Art Thou? Fond Hope Of Many Nations, Art Thou Dead? Could Not The Grave Forget Thee, And Lay Low Some Less Majestic, Less Beloved Head?

Man's Love Is Of Man's Life A Part; It Is A Woman's Whole Existence. In Her First Passion, A Woman Loves Her Lover, In All The Others All She Loves Is Love.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.