Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

'tis An Old Tale, And Often Told; But Did My Fate And Wish Agree, Ne'er Had Been Read, In Story Old, Of Maiden True Betray'd For Gold, That Loved, Or Was Avenged, Like Me!

Adversity Is Like The Period Of The Rain. . . Cold, Comfortless, Unfriendly To People And To Animals; Yet From That Season Have Their Birth The Flower, The Fruit, The Date, The Rose And The Pomegranate.

Mystery Has Great Charms For Womanhood.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

Treason Seldom Dwells With Courage.