You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.