Who naught suspects is easily deceived.

Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!

Who naught suspects is easily deceived.

Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.

How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?

Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.