Faith lives in honest doubt.

Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.

I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

As the husband is, the wife is.