O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
Better not be at all than not be noble.
The greater man the greater courtesy.
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.