Book ii

. Chap. xiii._

Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves of laurel and myrtle and rose?[803-3]

_Wilhelm Meister. Book iii . Chap. i._

Art is long, life short;[803-4] judgment difficult, opportunity transient.

_Wilhelm Meister.