I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness, I Have

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.

Sentimental Poetry Differs From Naive Poetry In That It Relates The Real State At Which The Latter Stops To Ideas And Applies Ideas To That Reality.

To Know Thyself--in Others Self-concern; Would'st Thou Know Others? Read Thyself--and Learn!

O'er Ocean, With A Thousand Masts, Sails Forth The Stripling Bold- One Boat, Hard Rescued From The Deep, Draws Into Port The Old!

No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days Of Gladness When Sorrow Is At Hand.