"If the husband, the father, thus treats you with scorn,If the holiest bonds by him rashly are torn,
Had ye witness'd Reynard planted
Anguish before unknown,Thus o'er me steals deep grief.Ah, when I find relief
How such a loss to all confusion brings!How such a parting we must ever rue!The world is weeping,--shall not we weep too?
And jests both new and rare.
Heart-sad we pine;Why hast Thou left us,
Upon each other's bosoms!
WHEN Diogenes quietly sunn'd himself in his barrel,
IF thou wouldst live unruffled by care,Let not the past torment thee e'er;If any loss thou hast to rue,Act as though thou wert born anew;Inquire the meaning of each day,What each day means itself will say;In thine own actions take thy pleasure,What others do, thou'lt duly treasure;Ne'er let thy breast with hate be supplied,And to God the future confide.
Whilst I'm lost in studying ever