And waves of trouble cast thy hopes aside.
G A modest competence thy lot will be;
But richer joys than wealth are stored for thee.
A Take heed! take heed! a strange transforming doom
May fix thy love, but never let it bloom.
J Be not too rash—nor leap the Bridge of Love,
Leaving fond eyelids, moist with tears, above.
K What dost thou on the house top? do not steal
Thy love, but win by dutiful appeal!
L A barren path this way thy footsteps tread;