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

But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

The many fail: the one succeeds.

Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.

I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.

All things human change.

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.