Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

The many fail: the one succeeds.

O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

God and Nature met in light.