Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.
Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God, and none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth.
A man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.
Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.
Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes.
As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to friendship; for confidence cannot dwell where selfishness is porter at the gate.