"When rises the sun and chases the night, What need have we then of the lamp for a light? When the friend all beloved app..."

"Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving — it doesn't matter, Ours is not a caravan of desp..."

"Thou art a darling bosom friend, thou art always behind the secret veil, Why dost thou make thy dwelling-place in this p..."