Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.

There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

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.

Better not be at all than not be noble.

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.