“ One things there's no getting by,I've been a wicked girl,Says I...But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad ! ”

“So up I got in anger,And took a book I had,And put a ribbon on my hairTo please a passing lad.And, "One thing there's no getting by --I've been a wicked girl," said I;But if I can't be sorry, why,I might as well be glad!”

“I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.”

“Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;In my own way, and with my full consent.Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarelyWent to their deaths more proud than this one went.Some nights of apprehension and hot weepingI will confess; but that's permitted me;Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keepingRubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.If I had loved you less or played you slylyI might have held you for a summer more,But at the cost of words I value highly,And no such summer as the one before.Should I outlive this anguish, and men do,I shall have only good to say of you.”

“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.”

“This book, when I am dead, will beA little faint perfume of me.People who knew me well will say,She really used to think that way.”

“Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move;Here might I hope to find you day or night,And here I come to look for you, my love,Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.”