Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is

Each Morning Sees Some Task Begun, Each Evening Sees It Close; Something Attempted, Something Done, Has Earned A Night's Repose.

How In The Turmoil Of Life Can Love Stand, Where There Is Not One Heart, And One Mouth And One Hand.

It Is Foolish To Pretend That One Is Fully Recovered From A Disappointed Passion. Such Wounds Always Leave A Scar.

Ambition Is So Powerful A Passion In The Human Breast, That However High We Reach We Are Never Satisfied.

The World Loves A Spice Of Wickedness.