A Woman's Pity Sometimes Makes Her Mad.

I Would Not Be A Rose Upon The Wall A Queen Might Stop At, Near The Palace-door, To Say To A Courtier, "pluck That Rose For Me, It's Prettier Than The Rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd Rather Far Be Trodden By His Foot, Than Lie In A Great Queen's Bosom.

We Have Hearts Within, Warm, Live, Improvident, Indecent Hearts.

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

Think, In Mounting Higher, The Angels Would Press On Us, And Aspire To Drop Some Golden Orb Of Perfect Song Into Our Deep, Dear Silence.