Witness ye days and nights, and all ye hours, / That danced away with down upon your feet. |
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil. |
Words are but pictures of our thoughts. |
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water. |
Youth, beauty, graceful action, seldom fail:/ But common interest always will prevail. |