All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.

Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.

Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus

Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.