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;