Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more

Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.

There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.

That which you know, know not; and that which you see, see not.

That which you know, know not; and that which you see, see not.

He who is most on his guard is often himself taken in.

He who is most on his guard is often himself taken in.

If you would be wealthy, think of saving as well as getting.

If you would be wealthy, think of saving as well as getting.

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.

Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.

He that serves, must serve.

He that serves, must serve.