But if the watch be the watch of love--away! does love endure for ever?
He who trusts to woman, trusts to the type of change.

Affection may turn to hatred, fondness to loathing, anxiety to dread; and, at the best, woman is weak, she is the minion to her impulses.

Enough, I will steel my soul,--shut up the avenues of sense,--brand with the scathing-iron these yet green and soft emotions of lingering youth,--and freeze and chain and curdle up feeling, and heart, and manhood, into ice and age!".