It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried
The quiet sense of something lost
Man is man, and master of his fate.
From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.