Good night; ensured release, Imperishable peace, Have these for yours. * While sky and sea and land And earth's foundations stand And heaven endures. *These three lines are on the tablet over Housman's grave in the parish church at Ludlow, Shropshire, England

Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.

I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.

Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.