And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Authority forgets a dying king.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.