Too much wit makes the world rotten.

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.