Yun daisyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte.

And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.

Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand Some random bud will meet; Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find The daisy at thy feet.

There is a time for all things -- except marriage my dear.

It is my PRIDE, my damn d, native, unconquerable Pride, that plunges me into Distraction. You must know that 19 --20th of my Composition is Pride. I must either live a Slave, a Servant; to have no Will of my own, no Sentiments of my own which I may freely declare as such; --or DIE --perplexing alternative!

There is a time for all things - except marriage my dear.