I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.
My love has placed her little hand With noble faith in mine, And vowed that wedlock's sacred band Our nature shall entwine. My love has sworn, with sealing kiss, With me to live -- to die; I have at last my nameless bliss: As I love -- loved am I!
flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.
Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.
[I]n his presence I thoroughly lived.
What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?