The Friend Anguish Reveals Is The Slowest

I Miss The Grasshoppers Much, But Suppose It Is All For The Best. I Should Become Too Much Attached To A Trotting World.

That It Will Never Come Again Is What Makes Life Sweet.

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven A Knight So True

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.