But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.

Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.

The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.

The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.

It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.