Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die

Woman is the lesser man.

I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.

For love reflects the thing beloved.

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.