Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.

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.

Authority forgets a dying king.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.