Were All The Letters Sun, I Could

More Matter With Less Art.

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold, Stern Looks, Poor Women's Faces Are Their Own Faults' Books.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.