In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.