But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.

Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets sweep.

Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you. Oh, what lies there are in kisses!

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

The dragon-fly is dancing, - Is on the water glancing, She flits about with nimble wing, The flickering, fluttering, restless thing. Besotted chafers all admire Her light-blue, gauze-like, neat attire; They laud her blue complexion, And think her shape perfection.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

In politics, as in life, we must above all things wish only for the attainable.