No Is No Negative In A Woman's

The Heavens Do Not Send Good Haps In Handfuls; But Let Us Pick Out Our Good By Little, And With Care, From Out Much Bad, That Still Our Little World May Know Its King.

Shallow Brooks Murmur Most, Deep And Silent Slide Away.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?

Men Are Almost Always Cruel In Their Neighbors' Faults; And Make Others' Overthrow The Badge Of Their Own Ill-masked Virtue.