Mary, I believed thee true, And I was blest in thus believing; But now I mourn that ever I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving.
Better that they had ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn
Better ride safe in the dark, says the proverb, than in the daylight with a cut-throat at your elbow
Come he slow or come he fast. It is but death who comes at last.
A good play for nothing, you know, as work for nothing
Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
O woman!- In our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade, by the light quivering aspen made; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou
Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the rising tear to flow
Court not the critic's smile nor dread his frown
Credit is like a looking - glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clean again; but if once cracked can never be repaired
