Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.

For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Authority forgets a dying king.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.