I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

He is all fault who has no fault at all.

Silence, beautiful voice.