It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.

There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.