Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip.

Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.