The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a
shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety. |
The man that blushes is not quite a brute. |
The man that makes a character, makes foes. |
The purpose firm is equal to the deed |
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss. |
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired. |
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired. |
They only babble who practise not reflection. |
Those who build beneath the stars build too low. |
To "leave a sting within a brother's heart |
Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness. |
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform. |
Too low they build who build below the skies. |
Truth never was indebted to a lie. |
Truth never was indebted to a lie. |