Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.

And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.

But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts

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