Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.