Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
Be thou comforted, little dog, Thou too in Resurrection shall have a little golden tail.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
And though thou notest from thy safe recess old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air love them for what they are; nor love them less, because to thee they are not what they were.
In marriage do thou be wise: prefer the person before money, virtue before beauty, the mind before the body; then thou hast a wife, a friend, a companion, a second self.
And the first commandment of feminism is: I am woman; thou shalt not tolerate strange gods who assert that women have capabilities or often choose roles that are different from men’s.
Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.
London, thou art the flower of cities all!
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.