The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

The woman is so hard Upon the woman.