The mighty hopes that make us men.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.