How Come I Never Meet Any Nice

He Loves But Little Who Can Say And Count In Words, How Much He Loves.

Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.

Oh Blind! Oh Ignorant, Self-seeking Cupidity Which Spurs Us So In The Short Mortal Life And Steeps Us So Through All Eternity!

... Nessun Maggior Dolore Che Ricordarsi Del Tempo Felice Nella Miseria. (there Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember A Happy Time When One Is In Misery.)

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!