Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.
The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.