Now you are safe.

You have reached the port, and in the quiet happiness of your own library you will win new laurels.

Why, then, still dispirited and unhappy?
The past, with its sorrows and humiliations, is forgotten, the present is satisfactory, and the future is full of hope for you." "Full of misery is the present," cried Philip, angrily, "and filled with despair I glance at the future.

You do not see it with your divine eyes, you do not perceive it, poet with the sympathetic soul.

You, too, thought that Philip Moritz had only a head for the sciences, and forgot that he had a heart to love.