Consider That This Day Ne'er Dawns Again.

The Mouse Had Fallen In With Evil Cats.

As Flowerlets Drooped And Puckered In The Night Turn Up To The Returning Sun And Spread Their Petals Wide On His New Warmth And Light-just So My Wilted Spirits Rose Again And Such A Heat Of Zeal Surged Through My Veins That I Was Born Anew.

I Did Not Die, And Yet I Lost Life’s Breath

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

In That Part Of The Book Of My Memory Before Which Little Can Be Read, There Is A Heading, Which Says: ‘incipit Vita Nova: Here Begins The New Life’.