Thy Quotes

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

Let thy step be slow and steady, that thou stumble not.

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Suffer not thy wrongs to shroud thy fate, But turn, my soul, to blessings which remain.

Thou ought to be nice, even to superstition, in keeping thy promises, and therefore equally cautious in making them.