Patch Grief With Proverbs.

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

Is It Possible That Love Should Of A Sudden Take Such A Hold?

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.