A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.

Stop thinking for once in your life!

The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?

Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.