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

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

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

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.