I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.