Earth hath nothing more tender than a woman's heart, when it is the abode of piety.
858
And yet when all is thought and said,
The heart still overrules the head.
859
The All-Seeing Eye, whom the sun, moon and stars obey, and under whose watchful care even comets perform their stupendous revolutions—pervades the inmost recesses of the human heart, and will reward us according to our merits.
860
There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.
861
To meet, to know, to love—and then to part,
Is the sad tale of many a human heart.
—Coleridge.