There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.

I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

As the husband is, the wife is.

Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.

I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.