I Did Fail, Say What You Will,

…what Splendid Dreams Young People Build Upon A Word, And How Bitter Is The Pain When The Bright Bubbles Burst.

I'm Perfectly Miserable; But If You Consider Me Presentable, I Die Happy.

Prosperity Suits Some People, And They Blossom Best In A Glow Of Sunshine; Others Need The Shade, And Are The Sweeter For A Touch Of Frost.

But The Spirit Of Eve Is Strong In All Her Daughters.

Girls Could Do Most Things As Well As Boys, And Some Things Better.