Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.