But, When The Goddess' Work

But, When The Goddess' Work Is Done,the Woman's Still Remains.

If, Of All Words Of Tongue And Pen, The Saddest Are, It Might Have Been,' More Sad Are These We Daily See: 'it Is, But Hadn't Ought To Be!'

Never A Lip Is Curved With Pain That Can't Be Kissed Into Smiles Again.

Never A Tear Bedims The Eye That Time And Patience Will Not Dry.

A Bird In The Hand Is A Certainty, But A Bird In The Bush May Sing.