Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.

The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

No star ever rose or set without influence somewhere.

Whenever I hear French spoken as I approve, I find myself quietly falling in love.

Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own.

Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.