This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.

All things human change.

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

Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.

The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.