He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.