Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
Woman is the lesser man.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.