The Good Needs Fear No Law, It

To Doubt Is Worse Than To Have Lost; And To Despair Is But To Antedate Those Miseries That Must Fall On Us.

My Dancing Days Are Past.

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

Malice Scorned, Puts Out Itself; But Argued, Give A Kind Of Credit To A False Accusation.

One Grain Of Incense With Devotion Offer'd 's Beyond All Perfumes Of Sabaean Spices.