Oh good gray head which all men knew!

The thrall in person may be free in soul

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.

Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.

All Life needs for life is possible to will.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.