O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.

No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

I am a part of all that I have met.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

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