Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.

Now, motionless and dark, eluded search Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky, Rose like a shower of fire.

It is with words as with sunbeams -- the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.