So Much To Win, So

Do Anything But Love; Or If Thou Lovest And Art A Woman, Hide Thy Love From Him Whom Thou Dost Worship; Never Let Him Know How Dear He Is; Flit Like A Bird Before Him; Lead Him From Tree To Tree, From Flower To Flower; But Be Not Won, Or Thou Wilt, Like That Bird, When Caught And Caged, Be Left To Pine Neglected And Perish In Forgetfulness.

There Are Words To Paint The Misery Of Love, But None To Paint Its Happiness.

A Woman Only Can Understand A Woman.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

I Do Not Think That Life Has A Suspense More Sickening Than That Of Expecting A Letter Which Does Not Come.