The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
O last regret, regret can die!
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
Sweet is true love, though given in vain.