Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.

For love reflects the thing beloved.

That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.