Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
Better not be at all than not be noble.
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.