Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
Each man has some part to play.
I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
See how time makes all grief decay.
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.