I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.

You Are A Woman: You Must Never Speak What You Think; Your Words Must Contradict Your Thoughts, But Your Actions May Contradict Your Words.

Music Alone With Sudden Charms Can Bind The Wand'ring Sense, And Calm The Troubled Mind.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.