Your divine eyes could not be deceived.

You have not mistaken the caricature for the true face.

You have penetrated beneath the gay tatters, and have seen the misery which sought to hide itself there." "I saw it, and I bewailed it, as a friend pities a friend whom he would willingly aid if he only knew how to do it." "No one can help me," sighed Moritz, shaking his head mournfully.

"I am lost, irremediably lost!" "No one is lost who will save himself.

He who is wrecked by a storm and tossed upon the raging sea, ought to be upon the watch for a plank by which he can save himself.