Matrimony; The High Sea For Which No

Reason Exercises Merely The Function Of Preserving Order, Is, So To Say, The Police In The Region Of Art. In Life It Is Mostly A Cold Arithmetician Summing Up Our Follies.

Glow-worms On The Ground Are Moving, As If In The Torch-dance Circling.

It Is A Common Phenomenon That Just The Prettiest Girls Find It So Difficult To Get A Man.

And The Dancing Has Begun Now, And The Dancings Whirl Round Gaily In The Waltz's Giddy Mazes, And The Ground Beneath Them Trembles.

I Do Not Know If She Was Virtuous, But She Was Ugly, And With A Woman That Is Half The Battle.