O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun and by and by a cloud takes all away! -- TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

One evening at sunset he sat deeply musing beside his mistress at the bottom of the orchard, far from any intruder's gaze. "Will such sweet moments last for ever?" he wondered. His mind was preoccupied with the difficulty of adopting a profession, and he resented this great new burden which brings an end to childhood and spoils the early years of poverty-stricken youth.

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