She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs.

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer! A Brave Vessel (who Had No Doubt Some Noble Creature In Her) Dashed All To Pieces! O, The Cry Did Knock Against My Very Heart! Poor Souls, They Perished!

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.