Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.

I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

The white flower of a blameless life.

The last great Englishman is low.

Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.

A day may sink or save a realm.