"Youth pastures in a valley of its own: The glare of noon--the rains and winds of heaven Mar not the calm yet virgin of all care. But ever with sweet joys it buildeth up The airy halls of life." SOPH. /Trachim/. 144-147. "My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the behalf of the maid * * * * yet, who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken?" /All's Well that Ends Well/, Act iv. Sc. 3.…
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