The Wretched And Miserable Should Turn To

Youth Is A Blossom Whose Fruit Is Love; Happy Is He Who Plucks It After Watching It Slowly Ripen.

Those Born To Wealth, And Who Have The Means Of Gratifying Every Wish, Know Not What Is The Real Happiness Of Life, Just As Those Who Have Been Tossed On The Stormy Waters Of The Ocean On A Few Frail Planks Can Alone Realize The Blessings Of Fair Weather.

Now I'd Like Someone To Tell Me There Is No Drama In Real Life!

On What Slender Threads Do Life And Fortune Hang.

...know You Not That You Are My Sun By Day, And My Star By Night? By My Faith! I Was In Deepest Darkness Till You Appeared And Illuminated All.