A river sings a holy song conveying the mysterious truth that we are a river, and if we are ignorant of this natural law, we are lost.

While gazing on the moon's light, / A moment from her smile I turn'd, / To look at orbs that, more bright, / In lone and distant glory burn'd.

I'll love those moonlight looks alone / That bless my home and guide my way.

Jealousy is fueled by powerful, blinding masochism, in which the offended person revels in his or her victimization... The masochist searches for evidence that will inflict more pain and takes delight in increasingly abhorrent discoveries. Jealousy demonstrates the joy of suffering and the allure of pain.

Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all!

Oft in the stilly night / E'er slumber's chain has bound me, / Fond Memory brings the light / Of other days around me.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, Goes answering light.

Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets.