That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

What joy is better than the news of friends?

Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.

Truth never hurts the teller.

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.