It Is More Difficult To Look Upon

Love Will Subsist On Wonderfully Little Hope But Not Altogether Without It.

Well, Then--our Course Is Chosen--spread The Sail-- Heave Oft The Lead, And Mark The Soundings Well-- Look To The Helm, Good Master--many A Shoal Marks This Stern Coast, And Rocks, Where Sits The Siren Who, Like Ambition, Lures Men To Their Ruin.

To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

In Love Quarrels The Party That Loves The Most Is Always Most Willing To Acknowledge The Greater Fault.

You Will, I Trust, Resemble A Forest Plant, Which Has Indeed, By Some Accident, Been Brought Up In The Greenhouse, And Thus Rendered Delicate And Effeminate, But Which Regains Its Native Firmness And Tenacity, When Exposed For A Season To The Winter Air.