In This Commonplace World Every One Is

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left Free The Human Will.

False Happiness Is Like False Money; It Passes For A Time As Well As The True, And Serves Some Ordinary Occasions; But When It Is Brought To The Touch, We Find The Lightness And Alloy, And Feel The Loss.

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.