Only You're Right In Saying She's Too

Wearily She Went To Bed, Wearily She Arose In Four Or Five Hours' Time. But With The Morning Came Hope, And A Brighter View Of Things.

I Am The Mother That Bore You, And Your Sorrow Is My Agony; And If You Don't Hate Her, I Do' Then, Mother, You Make Me Love Her More. She Is Unjustly Treated By You, And I Must Make The Balance Even.

I Would Not Trust A Mouse To A Woman If A Man's Judgment Could Be Had.

He Shrank From Hearing Margaret's Very Name Mentioned; He, While He Blamed Her--while He Was Jealous Of Her--while He Renounced Her--he Loved Her Sorely, In Spite Of Himself.

But Suppose It Was Truth Double Strong, It Were No Truth To Me If I Couldna Take It In. I Daresay There's Truth In Yon Latin Book On Your Shelves; But It's Gibberish And No Truth To Me, Unless I Know The Meaning O' The Words.