And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary!

Toll for the brave - The brave! that are no more; All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore!

Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.

Shine by the side of every path we tread With such a luster, he that runs may read.

She's adorned Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely,- The truest mirror that an honest wife Can see her beauty in.

I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy & willing to die.

Sheila has just shuffled into the kitchen, she's walking with a stick and wearing a hat to cover a rather unsightly scar but she's never looked more beautiful …