If my heart were not light, I would die.
Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.
O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.
My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.
It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .
Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.