Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.