Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

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.

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

O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.

She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.